**Macmillan's POV** "Hurry up, Macmillan! We need to get to him fast!" Jordan yelled from the passenger seat, his voice sharp. "You think if I could go any faster than this, I wouldn't?" I shot back, gripping the steering wheel tighter as the engine roared beneath us. "Orlando, have you been able to reach him yet?" I asked. Orlando shook his head, his face tight with worry. Aiden had suddenly stopped picking up our calls a while ago, and the silence was gnawing at me. My pulse hammered in my ears. I pulled the car to a sharp stop in front of the beach house. The tires crunched over gravel as we all spilled out and raced inside, our footsteps thundering up the stairs toward the bedroom. "Aiden?" we called out, but only silence answered. He wasn’t in the bedroom. Heart pounding, I rushed to the bathroom and froze. There he was, submerged in the tub, water sloshing gently around his still form. "Fuck, Aiden!" Without thinking, I plunged into the lukewarm water, soaking my clothes
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