“Where is Loren?” Theon asked, his voice cutting through the speaker with an edge that made my heart skip. He was leaning so far into the camera frame that his sharp features seemed to loom over me, his dark eyes narrowed as they scanned every inch of the background in my bedroom. It felt less like a casual check-in and more like he was searching for something, or someone lurking in the shadows behind me.
“I don’t know. He went out before dinner. Mom and I are the only ones in the house right now,” I replied, pulling my blankets up to my chin. I remembered how vague Loren had been earlier, just muttering about having things to do before disappearing into the night, which had become a frustratingly common habit for him lately.
Theon checked his watch, his jaw tightening as if he were on a
