The hospital felt quieter than usual that night. On the waiting bench outside the ICU, Eliana sat curled up with her knees to her chest. Her eyes stared blankly at the door that had yet to open. Olivia was still inside. The injury she sustained was severe—stabbed while protecting Eliana from a masked kidnapper.

"Is this all my fault?" she whispered.

No one answered. Hunter had been pacing back and forth, arranging security. The police were still searching for the perpetrators, but they had vanished as if swallowed by the earth. And Eliana—she refused to return to the dorm. Not tonight. Not when the woman who had only just begun...