It was strange being back in Denmark. Hadn't it been for the daily calls from Zac, telling her how much he missed her, she would have believed that it was all a dream, a dream that turned into a nightmare.

She had started working again and meeting up with Julie in her free time, who was very shocked about what had happened.

When three weeks had gone by it started feeling kind of silly, going around there all alone, when it was somewhere else she wanted to be. She missed Zac so much it was a physical pain and she cried herself to sleep every night.

There hadn't happened anything new, but the police still hadn't been able to locate Tessa and Zac didn't tell Emma, but he feared she was building up for something bad.

Zac was in Canada filming and he had promised that he would fly to Denmark as soon as possible to visit her, he couldn't stand missing her any longer.

She had been contacted by the danish press several times, they wanted to know about their relationship, but she said no every time and now the tabloids were speculating that they had broken up as she was in Denmark and he was in Canada.

But Emma didn't care about rumours, she knew they had a strong relationship and being away from him had convinced her that she couldn't live without him.

Sometimes it felt like she couldn't quite breathe without him, like a piece of her heart were missing and she needed to find her way back to him as soon as possible.

One morning when Zac had just arrived on set he got a text and thought it was from Emma, so he opened it right away.

He felt his heart stop when he saw the text. It was from an unknown number and contained a dark grainy picture, but there was no doubt, it was Emma wearing his T-shirt her legs bare. It had been taken in through the window as she was closing the drapes probably to go to bed.

And the message accompanying it send chills through him. 'Did you really think you could save the whore by hiding her in Denmark ? Think again handsome'.

He didn't waste a second, but ran to his car, calling the network president on the way, explaining the case really fast and got promised their private jet was ready for him at the airport to take him were needed.

Then he called the police, but they had no jurisdiction in another country. They had to contact the Danish police, asking them to look out for Tessa. They had to go through the official channels, and he feared there just wasn't time.

He wished he had his own sports car or one of his motorbikes, the rental car the studio got him was way to slow for his liking right now as he speed of towards the airport.

Should he call Emma ? He didn't want to scare here, and he didn't think it would do a difference.

When he reached the airport shortly after , someone was ready to take him directly to the jet. Luckily he had his passport in the bag he had in the car, so he didn't need to swing by the hotel.

He boarded the plane and in less than twenty minutes they were in the air. Zac was pacing the floor, unable to sit still.

He pulled out his phone and looked at the message again. Then he wrote back. 'If you touch her in any way, I will kill you with my bare hands and that is not a threat, it's a promise'.

It took half an hour before he received a text back. It was a new picture taken through the window at Emmas work. She was standing behind the counter and the text only said. 'To late'.