’I sent my driver to pick you up. If you do not step outside right now and get into the car, you already know what will happen.’
The message sat on Emery’s screen like a loaded weapon, and for a split second the world around her seemed to blur into nothing but those words.
She stopped walking, her shoulders stiffened, and the faint sound of her uneven breathing filled the quiet hallway. Tears swam in her eyes, distorting her vision as she slowly lifted her gaze from the glowing screen to where Corvine stood a few steps away, confusion and concern written all over his face.
"I’m sorry," she said, her voice breaking under the weight of something heavier than embarrassment or pride. "I can’t."
There was finality in her tone, the kind that did not invite negotiation.
Before either of them could reach her, Emery turned and walked out without looking back, as though looking back would shatter whatever fragile resolve she had left.
Corvine moved instantly, frustration and urgency flashing across his features. He opened his mouth, ready to call after her, but Seraphine caught his arm with surprising firmness.
"Do not stop her," she said, her voice low but commanding. "We follow her, but we do it quietly."
Her eyes were sharp now, calculating, every instinct she possessed rising to the surface.
Corvine hesitated only a second before nodding. He trusted her judgment, especially when danger hovered so close it felt tangible.
By the time they reached the entrance, Emery was already stepping into a black SUV that had pulled up with unsettling precision. The vehicle did not linger. The moment the door shut, it sped off as if it had been waiting for exactly that second.
Corvine’s eyes narrowed, and even in the rush of adrenaline, his mind worked fast enough to memorize the plate number before the car disappeared around the corner.
"Sera, we have to move now," he said urgently.
She was already at his side before he finished speaking.
They got into his car and pulled out smoothly, careful not to draw attention, and maintaining just enough distance to avoid suspicion while refusing to lose sight of the SUV’s taillights.
The city lights blurred past them as tension thickened the air inside the car. Seraphine’s hands were clasped tightly in her lap, her nails pressing into her skin as her thoughts raced ahead of the moment.
The SUV eventually slowed in front of a tall black gate that slid open with mechanical precision. The vehicle disappeared inside, and the gate closed immediately after, sealing whatever lay beyond it from view.
Corvine’s jaw tightened. "I’m going to knock," he said, already reaching for the door handle.
Seraphine shook her head firmly. "No. If we show our faces now, whoever is inside will know Emery talked. We help her, but we stay invisible."
Her voice carried that calm authority again, the kind that turned chaos into strategy. After all, she as born a Luna.
Corvine nodded, forcing himself to step back from impulse.
Seraphine pulled out her phone and dialed the emergency number, her tone composed as she reported suspicious activity at the address, emphasizing possible trafficking and unlawful confinement without revealing her identity.
The response was faster than either of them expected.
Within minutes, flashing lights painted the dark street in red and blue, sirens cutting through the silence as police vehicles surrounded the property. Officers stormed through the gate once it was forced open, and what followed confirmed every fear that had been tightening Seraphine’s chest.
It was not just Emery who was brought out. Several young women emerged, some shaken, some crying, others eerily silent, all escorted by officers.
Seraphine’s stomach twisted at the sight. "Let’s go home," she said quietly after a moment. "They will all be taken to the station for questioning. You can follow up tomorrow."



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