Devin’s POV.
I pranced to my room. The door creaked as it opened slowly, showing me the interiors. The orange glow of the fading sun gave it a soothing color.
“Muna,” I called as I walked it. My calls returned unanswered with quietness.
I stretched myself while undressing and moving into the bathroom, having the shower of a lifetime after the race with Dylan.
I dropped off my towel, entering the room once more while I dressed up.
“Muna?” I asked, seeing the curtains below in the wind with no one appearing behind it.
I walked to the balcony, meeting it devoid of anyone. My hands rubbing through my head as I thought of her whereabouts.
“Where could she be? She couldn’t run away now, would she?”
I raised my eyes to see the night drawing closer, even as the question remained at the bac
