Darius's POV
"He can't be found. For the first time in my life, someone has slipped away so easily. I want to withdraw from being your PI. I don't want the contract anymore."
Her words hit me like a slap. I'm too shocked to respond right away. This isn't the Sarah I thought I knew—this woman sitting in front of me is scared. Deeply, unmistakably scared.
We're at her house, or what's supposed to be her house. She insisted it was safer here, safer than anywhere else. It's almost laughable, considering I had offered her my place, with its impenetrable security. But here I am, standing in this small, eerily quiet house with Zain, my silent companion. The space feels abandoned, like someone packed up and left in a hurry. No furniture, no signs of life. Just the hollow echo of our presence.
"Is this really your house, Sarah?" The question comes out of nowhere, but I can't help it. There's something off—too off.
