ALEX’S POV
The first thing that hits me is the sound. My phone vibrating on the glass desk once, twice, three times in rapid succession, like it knows something I don’t yet, like it’s already screaming.
I glance down.
Aunty Tracy. My chest tightens before I even answer.
“Hello?”
Her voice comes through broken, sharp with panic. “Alex.......Lavender......she’s in pain. Severe pain, there’s blood.”
The world tilts.
“What?” I’m already standing, chair scraping violently backward. “Where is she?”
“At the estate, we’re calling for help”
“Don’t,” I snap, adrenaline surging. “I will.” I end the call before she can say another word and slam my hand on the intercom.
“Emergency protocol,” I bark. “Get medical staff to the east wing now. Call an ambulance. Now!”
“Yes, sir!” comes the star
