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    The thought tightened around her ribs, suffocating and relentless, like thorned vines wrapping tighter with each breath.


    She reached for her phone with trembling hands and dialed Samuel’s number.


    Busy.


    What? Even Samuel?


    A cold sweat broke across her brow, and her pulse thundered in her ears. The silence pressed in like a storm about to break.


    Then—a voice cut through the stillness, sharp with rm.


    “Sadie? What are you doing out here? And why aren’t you wearing any shoes?” It was Tina.


    She approached, clutching a thermos of homemade soup—meant to bringfort, not to be met with a scene like this.


    One look at Sadie—ashen-faced, barefoot, and visibly shaking—and Tina’s concern spiked. She rushed forward instinctively.


    Sadie didn’t bother with an exnation. She seized Tina’s hand, her fingers icy to the touch.


    “Tina, track Patrick’s phone. Now. I need to know where he is,” she said, her voice raw and trembling.


    “Once you’ve got a location, alert our people. I want everyone moving. Immediately.”


    Tina blinked, stunned. What was going on? Why the urgency? Had something happened to Patrick?


    Before she could voice the questions swirling in her mind, Sadie spoke again, trying to steady herself, though her voice still wavered.


    “No time for questions. Just do it.”


    The pressure in Sadie’s chest was growing heavier by the second, suffocating her.


    Tina looked into her friend’s eyes—wild with fear but burning with purpose—and felt a sharp pang in her chest.


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    Only Noah could shake Sadie like this. Only he had that kind of power over her.


    Tina gave a single, resolute nod. “Alright, Sadie. I’m on it.”


    Tina came rushing back half an hourter, her forehead glistening with cold sweat. Her breathing was shallow and ragged as she frantically called out,


    “Sadie!”


    “What did you find out?” Sadie stepped forward, her voice tight with worry.


    Tina drew a deep breath before blurting out, “Patrick’s phone’sst ping was ten minutes ago, and it was traced to the urban vige!”


    The urban vige was notorious for its never-ending chaos andwlessness. It was teeming with all sorts of lowlifes who thrived in its cutthroat environment. Sadie felt her heart sink into a dark abyss. Her hands curled into fists. Why would Noah go to such a ce?


    But there was no time to ponder or theorize.


    She grabbed her coat from the back of the chair and dered, “We’re going to the urban vige.”


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