Spade balanced the tray in one hand, knocking gently on Diana’s door.“Dinner,” he called, his voice low. No response.He frowned. She usually answered, even if she didn’t want to eat. He knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing.He exhaled sharply and turned the knob. The door creaked open.The room was empty.The sheets were still rumpled from when she’d been sitting there earlier, her robe tossed carelessly across the chair. But now the window was open, the curtains fluttering in the cold wind. The faint scent of her perfume hung in the air, soft and sharp all at once.“Diana?” he called again, stepping inside. He set the tray on the table, scanning the corners, the shadows, nothing.Something was off. The clock on the nightstand ticked steadily. He walked toward the open window and leaned out. The street below was silent, no one in sight.He muttered a curse and bolted out of the room.The kitchen was the first place he went. Vega was there, standing at the counter,
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