#CHAPTER 51: Taken

FELIX I had been sitting on the couch, reading a new book by an up-and-coming Fresonian author, when a bolt of fear ran through me. My heart was pounding, and there was a burning sensation in my lungs, as if I was running. Suddenly, my knee stung with a sharp pain, like I had slammed it on the ground. Despair flooded my senses, followed by a cold, sick dread. I sat up straight. Mila. Something was wrong with Mila. I was halfway out the door with a team of security guards behind me in about two seconds flat. I called Mila’s phone over and over again, but it kept going to voicemail. I had not felt any of Mila’s emotions in minutes. They had been turned off–like she was sleeping. I would not allow myself to consider the “or worse.” My guards panted behind me as we ran through the streets, retracing the path Mila took on her way home from the restaurant. As we rounded the corner, I saw something glowing from the sidewalk: a shattered cell phone, lighting up with