Dylan's POV
I stagger backward, my heart thudding painfully against my ribs. “What did you just say?” I ask Vanessa, hoping—praying—I didn’t hear her correctly.
“Miley is no longer in her room, Dylan. She escaped,” she repeats, her voice tight.
My brain doesn’t want to process it. No. No, this can’t be happening. “I think someone helped—” Vanessa begins again, but I don’t let her finish.
I bolt out of Anna’s room without another word, rage already igniting in my chest. My boots pound against the tiled floor. As luck would have it, I spot Kevin in the hallway with a couple of my guards. I charge toward them like a storm.
“Kevin!” I roar.
They all turn to me in unison, their eyes wide.
“Where the f**k is she?” I snarl.
The guards immediately bow, trembling under my fury.
“Where the
