"Who was it?" Stefan asked, striding into the living room, his brow furrowed.
"Ethan," Steve muttered, raking a hand through his hair. "He says Stef might be in danger. Claims she went after Lucy… who took his son."
Stanford, who'd just walked in, snorted. "I knew this would happen. She was getting too attached to that baby. The moment his mother showed up, Stef was bound to snap."
"Call her. Now." Steve's voice was sharp as glass.
Stefan didn't argue. He grabbed his phone, hit Mara's number — straight to voicemail. He tried again. Nothing.
"Where the hell could she be?" Steve muttered, tension thick in the room.
"Call Rafael too," Stanford suggested. "The guards said they left together."
They tried his line next. No answer.
Steve cursed under his breath, pacing. "Oh Stef, why do you keep doing this to yourself?" he muttered, frustration simmering.
"And Rafael," Stanley added, shaking his head. "Giving in to her every demand."
