Page 105 of Spinner's Luck

Her brow furrowed. She shook her head. “I don’t know. She hasn’t been here.”

The knot in my gut twisted tighter.

“She’s gone,” I muttered, more to myself than her.

Zeynep straightened, the book sliding off her lap. “What do you mean, gone?”

I didn’t answer. I was already moving, my bare feet hitting the floor as I stormed toward the common room.

Mystic sat at the bar with a cup of coffee, his strange eyes narrowing when he saw me.

“What’s got you all bent outta shape?” he muttered, one brow arching.

“Lucy’s gone.” I pulled my phone from my pocket, scrolling through my recent calls. Nothing. No missed messages.

Mystic set his coffee down, his expression hardening. “Gone how?”

“She’s not in her room, not with Zeynep,” I growled, so fucking angry and frustrated. “Her shoes are gone. Her jacket’s gone. She’s fuckin’ gone, Mystic.”

He stood, slow and deliberate, gaze sweeping the room like he was already piecing things together. “You think she ran?”

“I know she did.” My jaw clenched as I ran a hand through my hair. “She’s blamin’ herself for what happened.”

Mystic’s eyes darkened, but his voice stayed level. “What are you gonna do about it?”

I didn’t answer.

I was already turning on my heel, heading for Devil’s office.

I should’ve known last night wasn’t random.

She’d been saying goodbye.

Devil sat at his desk, face locked down tight, his eyes narrowing as I stormed in.

Chain and Bolt were already there, their conversation halting the second they saw me.

“Lucy’s gone,” I said, not wasting time with pleasantries.

Devil leaned back, sighing heavily. “She took off?”

“Yeah,” I muttered, pacing the room. “Slipped out this mornin’ while I was still sleepin’. She blames herself, doesn’t want anyone else dyin’ because of her.”

Chain let out a low whistle, crossing his arms. “Sounds like she’s sacrificin’ herself.”

“No fuckin’ way,” I snapped. “We’re findin’ her.”

Bolt leaned forward, frowning. “They’re watchin’. Waitin’. She could already be in their hands.”

I stopped pacing, turned to face them.

“Dammit, she thinks she’s protectin’ us,” I said, the words bitter on my tongue. “I know Lucy, she’s leadin’ them away, probably spreadin’ some lie about Zeynep being with her to throw them off.”

Devil’s jaw flexed, fingers tapping against the desk. “Damn foolish thing to do.”

“Yeah, well, that’s Lucy.” My voice was quieter now, but no less determined.

The weight of the situation settled over the room, as we all decided the next move.

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