Nothing like that place.
I close my eyes for a second, forcing the memory back down.
Not now.
Not yet.
"Where's my phone?" I ask, my voice rougher than I want it to be.
Silas doesn't move. "You don't have it."
"I know I don't fucking have it," I snap, sharper than I mean to. "I'm asking where it is."
"Gone," he says simply. "They took it when they took you."
My stomach twists.
Gone.
My phone. My contacts. My entire life.
"What about my shop?" I ask, panic rising in my chest. "People are going to notice I'm not there. My clients—my appointments—"
"Handled."
I stare at him. "What do youmean,handled?"
He leans back slightly, his expression calm, controlled. "I made sure people think you needed a break. You took a trip to Puerto Rico for a little while to unwind."
I blink.
"You… what?"
"Your social media has posts scheduled," he continues, like this is completely normal. "Pictures from a resort. Updates about needing time away. Your voicemail says you're out of town for personal reasons and you'll be back soon. Your shop is closed temporarily with a sign on the door saying the same thing."
My mouth goes dry.
"You did all that?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"Jace."
Of course.
The hacker.
I should feel relieved.
I should feel grateful that my entire life isn't falling apart while I'm stuck here.
But instead, I feel something else.
Something cold and unsettling crawling up my spine.
"You just… took over my life," I say slowly.
