The world seemed to stop breathing.
Aluna stared at the screen in her hand.
The live video feed shook slightly, as if the person filming it was moving through the apartment.
Her apartment.
Drawers ripped open.
Furniture overturned.
Glass shattered across the floor.
Someone laughed quietly in the background.
Her stomach twisted violently.
“They’re already inside,” she whispered.
Both men heard it.
Arka stepped toward her instantly.
“What happened?”
Her hands trembled as she turned the phone toward them.
The screen showed the bedroom.
Her bedroom.
The closet doors were being torn open.
A man’s voice spoke behind the camera.
“Nothing here.”
Another voice answered.
“Keep looking. Victor said she wouldn’t leave anything important behind.”
Victor.
The name made Ren’s expres
