#Chapter 92: Escaped

Chris The golden morning sunlight streamed in through the open balcony doors, bathing the room in a warm light. The sound of the city waking up floated through the air, and the scent of fresh baked bread wafted through the hotel hallways. But instead of waking up languidly with Ava beside me, I hadn’t slept at all. No. I had spent the night rushing around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to figure out where the hell my conniving sister had gone off to. “I want our four best men and women to search for her in each direction,” I commanded. “No one comes home until she’s found. And when she is, I have plans for her.” Leonard’s face scrunched up a bit on the other end of the video call. He ran a hand through his hair, looking every bit as weary as I felt. “I’ve already sent search parties out for her. She can’t have gotten far.” I pursed my lips. “This is Olivia we’re talking about. She could be on a different planet by now for all we know.”