Luciana's POV

My gaze was locked on the shards of glass scattered across the floor, remnants of shattered windows that mirrored the chaos in my heart. The room felt heavy, suffocating, until it landed on Rose, kneeling amidst the wreckage.

There was no trace of the kidnapper—no clue of who he was or where he had come from. My insides trembled violently, my hands and legs shaking as terror clawed at me. I rushed to Rose, yanking her up from the floor, my grip tightening around her as a ...