Victor's POV

The night had just taken a turn I hadn't anticipated. I was trying to think a thousand miles a minute to find Rose, the seriousness of the situation bearing down on me. The wedding, the vows, the party—it was all teetering on the edge of a cliff. And where was Rose? Nowhere.

I moved methodically around the space, trying not to let the panic clutched in my chest show. I saw Jasmine, her peacefulness contradicting the undertone of anxiety in the room.

“Jasmine,” I said ...