ARTHUR
“You look like someone stole your oxygen,” Stiles teased, leaning back against the wall.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly, brushing it off.
He smirked, eyes sharp. “You’re in love.”
“Don’t start.” I scowled. Love? No. I couldn’t…wouldn’t..say that aloud. I was worried, that was all. Besides, I couldn’t let myself feel anything more..not with her trapped in this mess, whatever that meant.
I grabbed my phone, dialing her number. Straight to voicemail. Again. And again. Nothing. My thumb hovered over the location app. Off. That shouldn’t be possible. She always had it on. Always.
“Stella.” I whispered the name, each syllable catching in my throat. I needed answers. I needed to know she was safe.
“Bruh,” Stiles called out, snapping me back.
I pushed open the door, stepping outside. Th
