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CHAPTER FIFTY

THE FIRST THING I noticed when I woke up was the cold.

The space beside me in the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch.

For a moment, I thought maybe she’d just stepped out, maybe she was in the bathroom or grabbing coffee.

But then I saw it, the little things that didn’t sit right.

Her shoes were gone. The jacket she’d left hanging over the chair last night wasn’t there.

And my chest tightened.

“Lucy?” I called, my voice rough from sleep.

Silence.

The knot in my gut twisted hard as I sat up, scanning the room. My phone sat untouched on the nightstand.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, yanking on my jeans and T-shirt. The floor creaked under my weight as I stalked to the door, stepping into the hallway. I went down the hall and peeked in her room—no Lucy—fuck.

The clubhouse was too quiet.

The kind of quiet that didn’t feel right.

I headed straight for Zeynep’s room, half-hoping I’d find her there. Maybe she’d gone to check on her.

I knocked, pushing the door open a crack.

Zeynep sat cross-legged on the bed, a book in her lap. She looked up, her eyes widening.

“Spinner?” she asked, her voice still raspy from her injury.

“Where’s Lucy?” I fought to keep my expression calm.

Her brow furrowed. She shook her head. “I don’t know. She hasn’t been here.”

The knot in my gut twisted tighter.

“She’s gone,” I muttered, more to myself than her.

Zeynep straightened, the book sliding off her lap. “What do you mean, gone?”

I didn’t answer. I was already moving, my bare feet hitting the floor as I stormed toward the common room.

Mystic sat at the bar with a cup of coffee, his strange eyes narrowing when he saw me.

“What’s got you all bent outta shape?” he muttered, one brow arching.

“Lucy’s gone.” I pulled my phone from my pocket, scrolling through my recent calls. Nothing. No missed messages.

Mystic set his coffee down, his expression hardening. “Gone how?”

“She’s not in her room, not with Zeynep,” I growled, so fucking angry and frustrated. “Her shoes are gone. Her jacket’s gone. She’s fuckin’ gone, Mystic.”

He stood, slow and deliberate, gaze sweeping the room like he was already piecing things together. “You think she ran?”

“I know she did.” My jaw clenched as I ran a hand through my hair. “She’s blamin’ herself for what happened.”

Mystic’s eyes darkened, but his voice stayed level. “What are you gonna do about it?”

I didn’t answer.

I was already turning on my heel, heading for Devil’s office.

I should’ve known last night wasn’t random.

She’d been saying goodbye.

Devil sat at his desk, face locked down tight, his eyes narrowing as I stormed in.

Chain and Bolt were already there, their conversation halting the second they saw me.

“Lucy’s gone,” I said, not wasting time with pleasantries.

Devil leaned back, sighing heavily. “She took off?”

“Yeah,” I muttered, pacing the room. “Slipped out this mornin’ while I was still sleepin’. She blames herself, doesn’t want anyone else dyin’ because of her.”

Chain let out a low whistle, crossing his arms. “Sounds like she’s sacrificin’ herself.”

“No fuckin’ way,” I snapped. “We’re findin’ her.”

Bolt leaned forward, frowning. “They’re watchin’. Waitin’. She could already be in their hands.”

I stopped pacing, turned to face them.

“Dammit, she thinks she’s protectin’ us,” I said, the words bitter on my tongue. “I know Lucy, she’s leadin’ them away, probably spreadin’ some lie about Zeynep being with her to throw them off.”

Devil’s jaw flexed, fingers tapping against the desk. “Damn foolish thing to do.”

“Yeah, well, that’s Lucy.” My voice was quieter now, but no less determined.

The weight of the situation settled over the room, as we all decided the next move.

Devil stood, his presence filling the space. “We’ll see if we can find her.”

I nodded, my resolve hardening. “She couldn’t have gotten far.”

“That woman is a headache,” Devil muttered. “And when we find her, you’d better make damn sure she doesn’t pull this shit again.”

I didn’t respond.

My thoughts were already racing.

Lucy was out there, alone.

And if they got their hands on her. Dammit Lucy, what the hell were you thinking?