Alina's POV
Twenty-four hours after Maddox left, the compound felt like it was holding its breath.
No one had heard from him. His phone went straight to voicemail. The trackers on his bike showed him somewhere on the outskirts of the city, but he wasn't moving, wasn't responding, wasn't coming back. Ronan had people checking his usual haunts-bars
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