The call came at dawn.

Vanessa’s voice cracked through the line.

“She’s gone, Eliana. Eliora’s gone.”

I sat up in bed. My heart thundered, louder than her voice.

“When?”

“Last night. She took a bag and disappeared. No note. No goodbye.”

Adrian took the phone from me. Calm but firm.

“Is security on alert?”

“Airports. Terminals. Highways. She’s vanished.”

“We’ll take it from here.”

He hung up and looked at me. I didn’t need to ask. I already ...