BEN’S POV
The voicemail had shaken me to my core.
Olivia’s voice—usually so steady, so confident—had cracked with fear, each word trembling with desperation. Even now, standing in Lucien’s living room with Aslaug by my side, the memory of her voice haunted me.
“Ben, it’s me,” she had said, the urgency in her time chilling. “Damon is taking me somewhere. He says I’m not safe here, but he won’t tell me why. I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do. Please, come find me.”
My best friend was in danger. And I wasn’t there for her.
I had failed her once last night when I cut our call short. My mate’s soft laugh in the background had reminded me how late it was, how Olivia was safe with Damon. I hadn’t even let her state her reason for calling before I told her I’d call her back later. Now,
