I shove a hand through my hair and look at him. "What do we know, Cade? Lyndall dumped her phone, so we can't get her. I should've fucking put a tracking device on her."
"Backpack?"
I hold out my phone and show him. "That's at home. She has a lesson next door, she doesn't take her pack there."
He frowns as my phone buzzes. "What's this number?"
I look at the unknown number, and my heart leaps.
I answer it.
"Hello? Lyndall?"
There's silence, and I can hear some voices creating background noise, and then someone speaks. "Enzo? It's Lola."
My knees almost buckle. "Are you okay? Are you in trouble? Is Squish?—"
"I'm fine."
I breathe a sigh of relief, then panic rises. "Is it Lyndall?"
"Listen to me, okay?" She pauses. "Please."
"What is?—"
"It's no one's fault. Your staff think I'm at your place."
I close my eyes.
My place.
Not home.
My place.
And she is not there.
I open my eyes. "Where are you?"
Rage fills me.
How the fuck did she sneak out? And she definitely snuck out, otherwise security would have told me they'd taken her someplace.
"I'm with Lyndall."
I mouth the words at Cade.
"Thank fuck. Give me the details. I'll be there in a few minutes."
She makes a sound, then she speaks. "No, Enzo. She's fine. I'm fine."
Relief keeps flooding me.
They are both okay. My sister is okay.
Wait.
What did she mean by no?
