The faint rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, stirring Jaden from sleep. His sharp instincts kicked in immediately, his eyes snapping open to the quiet stillness of the room. He turned his head toward the couch, expecting to see Anna's small frame tangled in the blanket, her wild hair cascading over the cushions. But the couch was empty.
He sat up, his movements sharp and precise as unease settled in his chest. Where the hell was she? His eyes darted around the room, scanning for any sign of her. The blanket was neatly folded, but there was no trace of Anna herself.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he rose, his bare feet padding across the cool floor. He walked to the bathroom door, rapping his knuckles against it firmly. “Anna?” he called, his voice clipped and commanding.
No response.
His jaw tightened, and he knocked again, harder this time. “Anna, if you’re in there, answer me.”
Still nothing.