Nick's POV
The moment Sarah's face drained of color, a surge of panic tore through my chest. My pulse spiked, thundering in my ears. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.
I shot to my feet. "What else did she say?" My voice came out sharper than I intended.
"Nothing more," Sarah stammered. "She walked away before I could ask."
I didn't wait another second. I bolted out of the study, my heartbeat pounding like gunfire in my chest. I yanked my phone from my pocket and dialed Georgia's number. It rang—once, twice—but no answer.
"Come on, baby, pick up," I muttered under my breath, taking the stairs two at a time.
Then I froze. A familiar ringtone echoed faintly through the hall—coming not from upstairs, but behind me.
I turned, and there was Alfie, holding Georgia's bag. "Sir, I think this is Madam Georgia's bag. Her phone's—"
