I grunted in response. "I'm going to get her."
"Lucas," Lydia called and I turned back to look at her. "You apologize for whatever happened last night."
I gritted my teeth and made my way back up the stairs. I knew I needed to apologize for my outburst last night. I needed to explain to Mia that I would tell her things but that it wouldn't happen all in one go. She needed to give me time. This was new territory for me.
Knocking on the door, I waited for her to answer. When she didn’t say anything, I rolled my eyes at how stubborn she was being. Without permission, I pushed open the door to see that she wasn’t in her bed.
"Mia?"
The bathroom door was open, but the room was empty. I felt sick. Last night, I had told her to go and share a bed with Stefan. My legs moved before my brain could process the thought properly. I didn’t give Stefan the courtesy of knocking before I barged into his room.
"Mia?!"
Stefan lifted his head and opened an eye to look at me from his bed. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Where is she?" I demanded.
"Who?"
"Mia!"
"How am I meant to know?" Stefan asked, still half asleep.
The panic started to fill me slowly. "You haven't seen her at all?"
"Not since last night when you sent her upstairs," Stefan said, pushing himself up. "What's wrong?" He was suddenly more alert, but I barely heard when he said.
Running back down the stairs, I heard Dante’s laughter and rushed back into the kitchen. He sensed the issue instantly and got up from his seat, chair scraping across the tiles. “Luc?”
"She's not here," I blurted out.
"What?"
"She's not in her room, Dante! She's not in the house!"
"She can't have gotten far. Come on."
Dante moved past me, ready to leave the house and start a search. My phone vibrated in my pocket. If it was the hospital or anything to do with work, I would lose it. My priority right now was Mia. When I took it from my pocket there was one message and when I opened it my heart jumped to my throat. There on the screen was a picture of Mia looking terrified. Sent from Marco.
Such a pretty face. I wonder how much she would go for.
"FUCK!" I punched the wall next to me and Dante looked back, alarmed.
"What?" he asked me.
"We need to go."
"Luc, what happened?"
I attempted to push past Dante, but he grabbed my shoulder.
"Marco's got her," I said, shoving my phone at him.
"You can't go there without thinking this through," Dante said once he’d read the message.
"SHE'S WITH HIM!" I pushed Dante hard and Stefan appeared, coming down the stairs to join us.
"I know!" Dante yelled back. "But if you just go in, he's going to have the advantage. We need to think first."
