Back at the house, Marlowe sat in the living room, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone as she tried Darrell's number for what felt like the twentieth time. When it rang out yet again, she tried Serena's. That call also went unanswered. Her heart continued to tighten with every passing second, and her unease continued to grow.
Marlowe had always been one to trust her instincts, and right now, every fiber of her being screamed that something was wrong. She stood abruptly, gripping the phone tighter in her hand. The silence that followed the unanswered calls was louder than any scream, and she knew that she could no longer wait. The council was up to something sinister and the only thing that kept echoing her head was that they were trying to force Serena and Lucian to make that baby even against their will.
