Delphinia's heart raced as she bit her lip, pacing on the driveway. "Where the hell are the guards?" she muttered under her breath, glancing toward the empty security post. Of course, they might already be down.
"Great, just great," she thought, mentally kicking herself for her luck. Turning her eyes back to the scene unfolding, she spotted Ashton being led toward a sleek black car by a man she didn't recognize.
Panic clawed at her. She needed to call 911. Her fingers twitched, itching to grab her phone, but her stomach dropped when her pocket was empty—it was still in her room! She had to go back, but hold on...
What if the police didn't arrive in time? Was it better to try saving Ashton herself? The thought of confronting the man alone made her legs tremble, but Delphinia forced herself to focus.
