The ocean was no longer calm.
Waves crashed harder against the shore, rising and falling like something restless beneath the surface.
Inside the villa, the silence matched it.
Heavy.
Unsettled.
Vivian stood still, her eyes fixed on Sebastian.
Moments ago, his touch had been warm…
Now—
Everything felt different.
Colder.
Sharper.
Sebastian stood by the glass wall, his phone still in his hand. His face was calm, but not soft.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
"Sebastian…" Vivian called quietly.
He didn't respond immediately.
Then—
"Sit."
His voice was steady. Firm.
Vivian hesitated… then slowly sat.
Her heart was unsettled, but she understood one thing—
This moment was no longer just about them.
Sebastian dialed a number.
The line connected instantly.
"Track the last caller," he said.
No greeting.
No delay.
"I want her location, device history, and every number linked to her in the last forty-eight hours."
A pause.
