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    I gripped Martin’s work journal like it was thest lifeline, my eyes tracing the script that seemed to leap off the page. Each word felt like a reflection of the life he’d been living in the past days. Guilt curled in my chest, its weight almost unbearable. If it hadn’t been for me, Martin wouldn’t have been dragged into this mess. He wouldn’t be missing, wouldn’t be in danger. The thought gnawed at me. I couldn’t escape the self-me that flooded my thoughts.


    “Makenna, what should we do now?” Alice asked, her voice tinged with concern.


    I paused, allowing the silence to stretch between us. Finally, I lifted my gaze, desperation flickering in my eyes. “Alice, I need your help. Please go and ask Amon for help. He’s the only one who can dig into this. I… I need to go to the princes. They might be able to help me find him.”


    Alice didn’t hesitate for a second. “Of course. I’ll get in touch with Amon right away. You should go, too. Let’s pray that Martin’s safe.”


    Without another word, I turned on my heel, heading straight for Dominic’s residence—the closest to my current location.


    By the time I reached the towering gates of Dominic’s vi, my breath came in ragged gasps, my heart racing. A servant greeted me at the gates, his eyes softening in recognition. “Miss Dunn, are you here to see Prince Dominic?” he asked politely. “Unfortunately, he’s at the hospital right now.”


    I froze for a moment, the words hitting me like a cold shower. “The hospital? What happened? Is he injured?”


    The servant shook his head, his tone warm. “No, it’s Miss Nixon. She had a severe asthma attack. Prince Dominic rushed to her side as soon as he heard.”


    A chill swept over me. Evelyn’s illness had pulled Dominic away, and with her condition being serious, I could only assume Bryan and yton were there, too. My mind whirled—Martin was waiting for me, and I couldn’t let jealousy cloud my focus. Now was not the time for petty feelings.


    I quickly turned and made my way to the hospital.


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    Inside the hospital, my eyes darted anxiously around, searching for any sign of the princes. A nurse passed by, and I grabbed her arm, nearly frantic. “Excuse me, can you tell me where the princes are?”


    She looked at me kindly, her voice steady. “Miss Nixon is being treated on the top floor, and all three princes are waiting there.”


    “Thank you,” I said, barely waiting for her to finish before rushing toward the stairs.


    When I reached the top floor, I spotted the princes in the corridor. Fatigue was etched across their faces, but when they saw me, their expressions softened, and their smiles, though tired, were filled with affection.


    “What brings you here?” Bryan asked, his voice gentle with concern.


    Their worry for Evelyn struck a chord deep within me. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. “How is Evelyn?” I asked quietly.


    Bryan’s face showed the strain of worry, and he rubbed his temple as if the weight of the world rested there. “She had a sudden asthma attack. It’s serious. She’s getting treated now.”


    “How did it escte so quickly?” I asked, unable to keep the shock from my voice.


    Dominic shook his head, his expression cool yet tinged with frustration. “We don’t know. Asthma can be unpredictable, as you know.”


    yton, ever the calm one, took my hand gently. “You look like you’re in a hurry. Is something wrong?”


    I remembered Martin, the urgency of his disappearance tightening my chest. “Martin is missing,” I said, my voice trembling. “I don’t know what to do. I came to ask for your help—please, I need your assistance to find him.”


    The three of them exchanged confused nces, their minds working to piece together who Martin was.


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