Silence fell into the room as everyone left frozen on their spot, eyes wide. Isabella staggered back a step and gripped her chair for support as she couldn't feel her legs, her heart ramming frantically with fear as Elio's words sunk into her, into every person in the room.
No, no. Her brother. No.
Max and Alessandro stood in their place, wary of where it could lead them. Nicholas, Lorenzo, and Luca fell into a deep thought. A feeling of doom creeping into them.
Andrew had been kidnapped.
At present, where they stood and the fact that Elio couldn't track him meant only one thing. It was Matthew.
Shit. Nothing was going the way they expected. Matthew was ahead of them. They were really trapped. Everything went wrong.
Elio stood there like a lost man as this fact—this reality—hit him like a knife. His chest tightened as dread clawed through him. His eyes were wide, frantic, lost, and desperate as he stared at them as if they could return him back to him.
