The scream echoed through the penthouse like a shattering mirror.
“Cassian!”
Elira dropped the coffee mug, porcelain exploding across the floor. Her lungs locked. Her heart stopped.
The door to her son’s room was wide open.
Empty.
His toys were scattered. The blanket half-off the bed. The window… untouched.
He was gone.
Elira’s fingers trembled as she hit the intercom.
“He’s gone!” she shouted. “Cassian is gone!”
Damian appeared seconds later, his shirt unbuttoned, his expression feral.
“What happened?”
“He was right there—I was just in the kitchen—I was gone for two minutes!”
Damian was already dialing security, shouting commands into his phone. “Lock down the building. No one leaves or enters. Check the security footage from the last hour. Scrub the elevators. Now.”
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