Evan's POV
I paused, forcing myself to think rationally through the haze of urgency tightening in my chest. Where would she go this late? Two possibilities came to mind: either her parents’ place, which seemed unlikely after their last encounter, or that girl from the coffee shop. Maya. The one person who’d call out anyone trying to control her. If Lila needed to vent, that’s where she’d be.
I yanked my phone from my pocket, calling estate security. “I want every inch of this place checked. I don’t care what time it is—find her, or tell me where she went.”
“Yes, sir,” the guard replied, and I could already hear them snapping into action. But it wasn’t enough. My gut told me something was wrong. She wouldn’t just disappear.
I barely registered getting into the car and speeding to the co
