Dominic
The call came at 10:00 PM.
I was in the middle of a conference call with Tokyo investors when my phone buzzed with an unknown number. Normally, I'd let it go to voicemail. But something made me glance at the screen.
Hannah's panicked voice cut through the static: "Alpha King ? This is Hannah, Elara's friend. She's in the hospital and—"
I was already grabbing my keys.
When I arrived at the hospital, I found her curled up in the observation bed.
She lay there with her eyes closed, skin so pale I could see the faint blue veins beneath. Her brow was furrowed, creating delicate lines of distress.
I thought about the message she'd sent not long ago, claiming she was back at the hotel and going to sleep.
Now here she was, looking fragile and sick, like a porcelai
