I know who I am.
The words echoed in my head.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.
No.
No, no, no.
We had just found her.
How could she disappear?
How could she already know?
Lucien crouched in front of me immediately.
“Sienna.”
I looked at him.
My vision was blurry.
“What if we’re too late?”
The words came out broken.
“What if she’s been alone all this time?”
“What if she’s scared?”
“What if—”
He gently took both my hands.
“Look at me.”
I did.
“We’re not too late.”
“But—”
“We’ll find her.”
The certainty in his voice made my chest tighten.
Because if there was one thing Lucien Kingston never did…
It was make promises lightly.
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Damien entered moments later.
His face was grim.
“Our team traced the message.”
“And?”
“Nothing.
