***Aurora’s POV***
As I dance with Diego, I can’t help but think of Oliver. I miss his clumsy steps. I look out in search of him but he’s nowhere to be found.
From the the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of an owl flying overhead and get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Something is wrong.
“Oliver?” I mind link him.
No response.
I try a few more times but I can’t seem to get through to him.
“Hey what’s wrong?” Diego asks, looking at me with concern.
“I can’t find Oliver,” I reply, still searching for Oliver in the sea of faces. “Sorry, but I need to find him.”
“No worries, I’ll help you look.”
We walk off the dance floor and towards my table but find it empty. I mind-link Evan.
“Have you seen Oliver?” I ask. I get a slur
