"She signed the papers?"
Thalia asked sharply, surprise tinged her words as her fingers pause mid-tap on the tablet she had been scrolling through.
Across from her, Gregor, a mountain of a weretiger squeezed into an impeccably tailored suit, grunted his confirmation. "Yes. She signed it in the hospital this afternoon."
Thalia exhaled. "Alright. But why has she not contacted us yet?"
"That is the problem." Gregor said. "Her phone has been turned off since the afternoon. She disappeared from the hospital before our people could get to her. She was just… gone, Thalia."
Thalia frowned. Her fingers, which had been hovering over her phone, stilled entirely. "She… she might still be upset, right? She might need some alone time. How about we just wait?"
"She is pregnant." Gregor's voice sharpened, his tiger eyes flashing. "What do you mean, we let her be? What if she is hurt?"
