Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lucian
I wake alone.
The bed’s cold.
The room is quiet.
I reach for her pillow—
Empty.
My pulse spikes.
I storm out of the room. Nothing. Not in the bathroom. Not in the kitchen.
Gone.
No note.
No goodbye.
Just a small black circle sitting on the counter.
The key fob, the gold Bachman Brotherhood emblem sparkling on its flat front.
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