But there’s only silence.
Mikayla frowns. Presses the button again. Nothing.
She stands in a single fluid motion and floats ethereally toward the inner office door. “One moment, please.”
I catch a glimpse of Stefan’s office through the gap as she slips inside—expansive windows overlooking the city, a massive desk of what appears to be a single, unbroken slab of black marble shot through with veins of gold.
But I see what’s in there even before she returns: Nothing. The desk chair is vacant. He’s not here.
Mikayla reappears a moment later. Her face betrays nothing. “Mr. Safonov has been called away. Family emergency.”
“He has family?” The words are out of my mouth before I can reel them back. I blow out a breath, trying to steady myself, failing, charging forward anyway. “Sorry. Never
