Chapter 90. The Search Continues

Dominic’s POV

I couldn’t help but picture her—her wide brown eyes that always seemed to see straight through me, that damnable wit that disarmed people without effort, the way her presence alone could steady the chaos around her. Victoria had a way of grounding everything, of making the world feel manageable simply by existing in it. To imagine her frightened, hurt, or alone was a pain I couldn’t fully put into words. It clawed at me relentlessly, tightening its grip with every passing minute.

The hours bled together in a blur of motion and frustration. Every lead I followed dissolved into nothing. Every door I kicked open revealed emptiness. With each dead end, my anxiety sharpened, coiling tighter in my chest until breathing felt like a conscious effort. Ethan and I had agreed to split up, covering more ground that way, though neither of us voiced the truth hanging heavy b