Wendy's POV

"Wendy!" Aidan's voice transformed in an instant, sharp and filled with urgency.

I didn't hesitate. The moment stretched taut, electric, and then—like a spring uncoiling—I darted into the restroom through the window.

The flower bed outside was untouched and unturned, its soil loose and unwelcoming. As I landed, the hem of my dress dragged through the dirt, staining its once-pristine fabric. My heels, woefully inadequate for the ...