Unforgiven - Complete

Chapter Thirteen

"What do you mean she's not here?" Christian hissed looking at Lissa in alarm.

"Rose is not here. Her stuff is all in the room next door, except for her wallet and her phone, but the bed hasn't been slept in."

"Well ring her phone," Christian suggested.

"Do you think I haven't tried?" Lissa almost shouted. "I've been ringing non-stop ever since I woke up. It goes straight to voicemail, so either it's off, or it's dead! When did you last see her?"

Christian thought about it. They'd come home together, obviously. Rose had gone upstairs to get ready and then she'd come downstairs. He'd seen Jesse and Dimitri both ogling her as he'd gone to the kitchen to get ice, and that was the last he saw of any of them.

"Not since the start of the evening, now you mention it. What's the hurry, though? She's probably with Dimitri – you know they were going to have their 'talk' last night," Christian said waggling his eyebrows ferociously.

"The hurry is her mother rang here ten minutes ago when she couldn't reach Rose on her cell. She and Mr. Mazur are going to a farmers' market out this way this morning and are going to stop by here on the way and pick her up!" Lissa wailed.

"Shit," Christian said suddenly appreciating the urgency of the situation. "Come on – let's check every room. They might have ended up in one of the other ones."

They went from room to room, discovering a few of Andre's mates passed out here and there, and Eddie and Mia sprawled across each other in another. But there was no sign of Rose, Dimitri or Jesse.

"I'll have to wake Andre and see if he knows anything," Lissa said grimly, knocking lightly on his door and entering before pulling up short when she saw he wasn't in there alone. There, sleeping soundly next to him and wearing very little, was Camille! Backing silently out of the bedroom, Lissa carefully closed the door looking at Christian in shocked horror.

"I still need to wake him!" she hissed.

"Pretend you didn't go in there and bang on the door," Christian advised, trying to keep the smirk from pulling at the edge of his lips.

Recognizing needs must, Lissa did just what he'd suggested, banging on the door until a bleary-eyed Andre opened it an inch, looking at his sister with undisguised irritation.

Quickly explaining the situation to her brother, Andre stepped back into his room to dress, coming down to the kitchen to discuss the matter. Rose wasn't in the house, and it was clear Dimitri wasn't either. If her parents had called, Rose certainly wasn't at home, so that only left Dimitri's.

"Could she be somewhere with Jesse?" Lissa asked.

"No. He had a hissy fit about there not being any available pussy at the party so went with a few of the others to a club. They were planning to crash in town or back at College."

Lissa raised an immaculately manicured eyebrow at her brother. Their parents had brought him up better than to speak about women like that.

"His words, not mine," Andre quickly added by way of explanation.

"What am I going to tell her parents?" Lissa groaned, freaking out about Rose's whereabouts and her parent's reaction to it.

"No idea, but you'd better work it out – there's a truck pulling up out front!"

The house wasn't too messy, but it still looked like a party had taken place, so Lissa showed Rose's parents into her father's study. Strictly a no-go area when they entertained, they always locked it when they had parties, so it was guaranteed spotless. It was also right next to the front door, so she didn't have to trek Rose's parents through the house.