Gemma’s POV
"Something doesn’t feel right, Zander," I said, scanning the crowded family gathering for any flash of lime green. Phoebe had disappeared without explanation, and every instinct I’d developed since joining this world was screaming danger. "Why would Phoebe suddenly leave the celebration? It doesn’t make sense."
"I’m as concerned as you are, Gemma," Zander replied, his trained eyes continuously sweeping the crowd of made men and their associates. "But let’s not draw attention. Finding a woman in a bright lime green dress at a Thorne family event shouldn’t be this challenging."
"Maybe she stepped onto the terrace for air," I suggested, though doubt crept into my voice. I shared Zander’s unease but wanted to maintain hope. "Let’s check the outer grounds."
"I pray that’s all it is," Zander muttered, his expression revealing deeper concerns than he was admitting.
I studied his weathered face, noting the tension lines that spoke of too many battles fought. "What’s really eating at you, Zander?"
He rubbed his scarred neck anxiously. "I don’t know... you think she’s deliberately avoiding me?"
"Why would she be running from you?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Why wouldn’t she?" His vulnerability caught me off guard. "Maybe I have some effect on women that sends them fleeing. My ex-fiancée disappeared shortly before we were supposed to be married."
I planted my hands firmly on my hips. "Zander, should I call Erica and Audrey over here to show you just how non-threatening women find you? Quite the opposite, actually."
A reluctant smile ghosted across his lips. "Please don’t. It took considerable maneuvering to escape their clutches. Those two were practically pawing at me like I was prime beef!"
"I seriously doubt Phoebe is running from you," I laughed, amused by his discomfort with feminine attention. "Let’s find her. She might be feeling unwell."
I signaled to Hunter, one of Dominic’s most trusted soldiers who was maintaining surveillance from a respectful distance. I showed him Phoebe’s photo on my phone and requested he coordinate with the other family security to locate her. He nodded curtly and moved to speak with his crew. Soon, one enforcer approached Hunter with urgent whispers before rushing away.
"Gemma..." Hunter returned to us with a grim expression that made my blood run cold.
"What is it? Did you find her?" I asked, already sensing the worst.

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