Aria's POV
The moment Victor finished speaking, I grabbed my phone and called my assistant. "Book me on the next available flight. I don't care where it goes, just get me as close as possible."
My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the phone steady.
Every rational thought in my head had been consumed by a single, overwhelming need—I had to find Damian. Now.
Rick's evasive answers. The calls that went straight to voicemail. The gnawing feeling in my gut that something was terribly, horribly wrong.
It all made sense now.
And I couldn't breathe.
"Aria—" Victor started, but I was already on my feet, swaying slightly as the blood rushed from my head.
The room tilted. I gripped the edge of the table, forcing myself to stay upright.
"You need to calm down
