Chapter 90

Garcia's POV As I stepped out of the bathroom, something felt off. The apartment was quiet. The hall was empty, untouched. No trace of Zane's presence. I checked the bedroom, half-expecting to find him curled up beneath the sheets like usual, but it was just as I had left it. He was gone. Zane always stayed after our nights. But tonight, he had left without a word. My chest tightened unexpectedly. Had I gone too far? And then I saw his mask, discarded carelessly on the sofa. I ran a hand through my hair, uneasy. The thought of Zane being angry with me gnawed at something I didn't want to acknowledge. I didn't like this feeling. I grabbed my phone and called Lucien. He answered on the third ring, his voice flat. "Garcia?" "You're alive," I said dryly, masking my own tension with sarcasm. "I was starting to think you had died—no messages, no drama. What cave are you hiding in?" There was a pause on the other end, then his voice came, "Not far from dead. Honestly, if life keeps feeling li