Ethan's POV
We barely made it to the Grand Ballroom before Ruby came running toward us in the main lobby, her face pale with panic.
"Iza is nowhere to be found!" she gasped, breathless. "I haven't seen Eli either, but the last time I saw her, she was with Andrew."
A cold chill ran through my body.
We were too late.
Without wasting another second, I demanded to see the hotel manager and quickly explained the situation. To his credit, he didn't hesitate to help. Within minutes, we were in the security room, watching the surveillance footage.
There she was, seemingly calm, walking through the hallways with Andrew beside her. No signs of struggle. No obvious distress. But my gut twisted because I knew Iza. She wouldn't have left willingly—not today, not like this.
Then we saw it.