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LUKE'S POV.
{A Night Ago}
"What?" My voice rang out loud and deep. The maids trembled, and so did Victoria, who was still on the floor, looking like a drenched chicken.
I walked straight to the stairs, bounding up them in threes and fours.
"Help me up. Hey! Come help me." I heard Victoria shout frantically to the maids, but at the moment, I couldn't even think of anything yet. My mind was on Ariana's room alone, and I pushed it open immediately I got there.
The room was cold, and a little dust had settled over the surface. The bed was made, and everything about the room, just spoke 'absence'.
Drake had said it. Ariana had been absent for three days, but I'd not even taken it with seriousness. I didn't even imagine in my wildest dreams that a scenario like this would happen. It was beyond me.
Quickly, I took out my phone, and began to dial Ariana's number.
