Cassian POV
I stepped into the apartment, and the oppressive silence hit me first thick, cold, and all-consuming.
"Dravina," I called out, my voice cutting through the stillness, echoing off lifeless walls.
Nothing.
Panic surged through me like a sudden flood. I reached for the light switch, flicking it on. The apartment lit up, revealing everything exactly as I had left it this morning untouched, sterile, empty.
She hadn’t cleaned. That alone was a red flag.
I moved quickly to the closet.
Her clothes still hung neatly in place. Everything was accounted for except her favorite messenger bag.
A chill snaked down my spine.
She was gone.
Not missing. Not taken. Gone by her own hand, by her own choice. Where the hell would she go at this hour?
I reached out through the link, despera
