LYRA'S POV

I stood beside The Montage restaurant, eyes scanning around in search of Samien.

The rain had subsided, replaced by soft drizzles. I walked into the restaurant, certain she had taken shelter there.

It was empty, save the neat decorations and a few staff scattered around. There was no sign of Mark.

Even Samien too was nowhere to be found. Where could she have gone?

I stood outside, waiting. Seconds turned into minutes and there still was no sign of her.

What's happening?

I dialled her number, worry quickly brewing in me. It rang and rang, but no response.

Why wasn't she picking up? It was unlike her. Could...