Chapter 140

LUCAS’S POV It's been three hours. Three good fucking hours and Elora is nowhere to be found. I've called her, texted her, driven all the way to her apartment like some obsessive madman, but I got nothing. Not even a damn text from her. I pick up my phone again, hit her contact, and press call. This time it rang once, then went straight to voicemail again. My chest tightens. Something is wrong. I know it, I feel it in me. Elora is never this late…ever. Even on her worst days, even when she's exhausted, she still shows up. What the hell is going on? A soft knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. “Come in,” I say, not even bothering to look up from my phone. The door opens and closes quietly behind the person. “Sir, here are the designs the new students submitted after yesterday's training. Marcus. I recognised his deep voice immediately. Normally, I'd go through the designs, give reviews, maybe even praise the few who show potential. But right now, all I see is just a piece of paper.