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“Let’s take this in the back,” Grim says, looking around at the crowd of people warily. I think he’s more worried about Daniil than anything else, but regardless, we probably shouldn’t do this right here anyway.

“Rage!” Garth is approaching with a big smile on his face. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” I nod and turn, pushing toward the back. Grim, Metal, Daniil, and Courtney flank me and we walk toward my dressing room.

“You never saw her?” I ask Courtney.

She shakes her head. “No. She texted me that she was going to get a drink and use the bathroom and she’d see me in a few. That was around eight.”

I slowly turn to Daniil. “Why was she talking to Jonas?”

He meets my gaze. “Because she wanted someone who wasn’t her to go through the security cam footage from her apartment to see if there was any interruption of service or if anyone had tampered with it.”

Fuck. Me.

A bad feeling winds through my gut.

“And?” I barely grit out the word.

“He found sections of the footage had been deleted.”

“During the times she heard that weird knocking.” I close my eyes, trying to keep the fury coursing through my veins at bay. I thought it stopped because she stopped mentioning it. But it didn’t.

Mother. Fucker.

She’d known something was up, and I fucking convinced her it was all in her head. That it was stress. Hormones. Kids in the building. Whatever the fuck else I told her.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“So, you guys had a fight?” Grim asks quietly.

I nod, still too pissed off at myself to form words that aren’t laced with profanity.

“Like, a bad fight?” Metal asks slowly.

“No!” I snap. “It was stupid. I guess it’s more like I was stupid but not…” I clench my fists. “Someone call her.”

“I’ve been calling her,” Courtney says softly. “Through the whole fight. It goes straight to voicemail.”

“And I just got a text from Allora asking if you two have made up yet,” Grim says wryly. “Apparently, the girls talked earlier, and she said Luna was frustrated with whatever you two argued about but was absolutely planning to be at the fight. She even told her you’d agreed to talk after the fight.”

“But she never got here.”

“No, she did,” Courtney corrects me. “She told me she was in line to get a drink and then going to the restroom. She was in the building and planning to come sit with us.”

“Then where is she?”

The question is rhetorical until Daniil looks up, and the expression on his face makes my gut tighten with concern.

“What?” I ask. “Tell me.”

“Uh, Luna gave Jonas access to her personal computer. She needed him to look something up.” He pauses, glancing at Courtney and then back at me.

“Are you going to keep us in suspense?” I demand, my patience hanging on by a thread.

He lowers his voice. “She kept a copy of…the list.”

“What list?” Metal asks, frowning.