Re: 1203
Stefan had his hands thrown up into the air before the hit the wood with a soft pound. "She fucking took off, that's what." He had thought it was weird that he hadn't heard another peep from her last night but he had figured that she had fallen asleep; and the prince had figured that she finally listened to him. Needless to say, both were completely wrong.
He spun around, ready to storm the building, first check this floor, then the second, and then every in between. Rosalie's faced stopped him dead in his tracks and he immediately moved toward her. "What's wrong? You okay?" He glanced at her phone, wondering what on it could have made her face go so white. She mentioned going somewhere but he was pointedly ignoring it. She wasn't going to go anywhere if he had his way. Not with her like that.