"Go, go after him." Lunara rushed out of the room, her voice tight with urgency. "He's not stable, and I'm worried he might do something dangerous."
Eryx stood frozen for a split second, her words crashing over him like cold water. Then he was moving—grabbing his coat, slipping on his shoes without even tying the laces, and hurrying out the door.
The hallway outside their penthouse echoed with his footsteps as he pressed the elevator button repeatedly, cursing the delay. His mind was spinning—Lucas had always been passionate, but this was different. This was rage with nothing left to lose.
"Come on," he muttered as the elevator finally dinged open.
By the time he reached the lobby, Lucas was gone.
The security guard at the desk stood up immediately. "Sir—"
