Daniel's POV
The night folds around the city like a heavy curtain. I lean back in the car seat, eyes half-closed, the quiet hum of the engine almost lulling me to sleep. Exhaustion sits deep in my bones.
Then, Lucas's phone rings. His voice, soft yet tense, cuts through the silence.
"Hello?" he says, then turns slightly toward me. "Sir…"
I open my eyes slowly. His expression is uneasy — the kind of look that tells me something's wrong before he says a word.
"What is it?" I ask, my tone calm but sharp.
He hesitates, glancing down. "Sir… it's Dream. He's crying. He won't stop."
The calmness I hold so carefully shatters. I sit up straight. "Why? What happened? Where's Dane?"
Before Lucas can answer, the car stops in front of the mansion. I push the door open and step out, my heart pounding faster than my footsteps.
