Nobody sleeps that night.
Talia paces her living room while Mira sits wrapped in a blanket on the couch, still shaking occasionally despite two hours having passed since the attack. Renn holds ice against his ribs, jaw tight with pain he refuses to complain about further. I stare at my phone, willing another message from Corin to appear, refreshing a screen that stays stubbornly, terrifyingly blank.
"We need to find him," I say, standing abruptly. "Now, before whatever happened gets worse."
"We don't know where he is," Talia says, though she's already reaching for her coat. "His apartment, presumably, but if Calloway's people are already there—"
"Then we go carefully, but we go." I check the message thread one more time, the abrupt cutoff sitting like a physical weight in my chest. "He
