The air crackled with tension as Mia's grip tightened on my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin like claws. I stared at her in stunned silence as she shook me violently, her voice rising to a fevered pitch.
"He’s not breathing, Evie!" she screamed, her words echoing off the walls of the hotel room. "He might be dead!"
I struggled to break free from her grasp, my heart hammering in my chest as panic coursed through my veins like wildfire. "Mia, calm down," I urged, my voice strained with desperation. "We'll check on him, I promise."
Mia's eyes blazed with fury as she released me, her gaze darting around the hall. And then she saw him, standing beside me like a specter from the past. Timothy, the one person Mia despised above all others.
Her shock turned to fury in an instant, he
