"But Ivy's been tied up! I can't just sit here and do nothing! How can we save her if we don't go?" Nova's voice trembled with frustration as she stared at the photograph, her hands gripping the edges of the camera tightly.

In the picture, Ivy was bound to a chair, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear—captured like some twisted trophy by Nathan. The sight of it made Nova's stomach churn.

Tristan sighed, placing a calming hand on her shoulder. "Nova, I need you to breathe. ...