Aurelia's POV
The minutes crawled by like hours as I paced the locked penthouse suite, my anxiety spiking with each passing second. The silence from upstairs was deafening—were they fighting? Had someone been hurt? The not-knowing was driving me insane.
"We need to get out of here," Luna said urgently in my mind. "Something feels wrong."
I moved to the windows, pressing my face against the glass to peer down at the street far below. The Blackthorne suite was on the fifteenth floor—jumping wasn't an option unless I wanted to become a pancake on the pavement.
I tried calling Adrian again, but it went straight to voicemail.
Then Cecil. Voicemail.
Kieran. Voicemail.
Even Caesar's number just rang endlessly.
"Where is everyone?" I muttered, my hands shaking as I clutched my phone.
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