Naya paced back and forth in Noah's bedroom, her footsteps muffled by the thick, expensive rug.
Every time she reached the wall, she turned on her heel with a sharp, nervous energy, her mind racing through a timeline that terrified her.
According to her calculations, it had been two full days since Noah was taken.
As the darkness of the second night settled over the grounds, the weight of the situation became almost unbearable.
They were entering the third day in like five more hours.
In twenty-nine hours, the deadline Kai had set would expire. Naya knew exactly what that meant.
If they didn't find Noah by tomorrow night, they wouldn't be going on a rescue mission; they would be preparing to collect a corpse.
The thought made her stomach turn. She looked toward the door, knowing that Adam was out of surgery since yesterday but had yet to wake up.
Even if he did open his eyes tonight, Naya struggled to see how he could possibly be the savior Noah needed.
