Elijah's POV
I dropped my phone and ran.
Amara's terrified whisper echoed in my head as I raced through empty streets toward the hospital.
Someone with a key was entering her room at three in the morning.
When I reached the hospital, I ran through the lobby toward the elevators.
"Sir, visiting hours are over," a security guard called out.
"My sister is in danger," I said, not stopping.
I reached Amara's floor and sprinted down the hallway.
Her room was empty.
The bed was unmade. The machines were still beeping. But Amara was gone.
"Where is she?" I asked the nurse at the desk. "Amara Kingston. Room 314."
The nurse looked at her computer screen with confusion.
"According to our records," she said, "that room has been empty all night."
My blood turned cold.
Someone had erased her from the hospital system.
But before the nurse could call security, I heard something that made my heart stop.
Amara's voice.
Coming from inside my own head.
"Elijah, can you hear me?"
