When Dorian reached Clara’s house, Sam was already waiting by the car. His face was as pale as a sheet.
“The ambulance just left,” Sam whispered.
“Which hospital?” Dorian roared, grabbing him by the collar.
“They said… they said Clara gone. Dorian… does that mean she’s dead?” Sam’s voice trembled.
“No!” Dorian’s cry tore through the night. “No, I don’t believe it! She’s alive! Tell me where they took her!”
A voice cut through the tension.
“Didn’t you hear your little lapdog?” Victor stepped out of the house.
Dorian spun toward him.
“Where is she? Victor, please, tell me you reached her in time. Tell me she’s alive.”
Victor’s face was grim.
“I warned you, Gray. I begged you as a friend, don't even think about her. Clara was different. She was light in the darkness. She was suns
