Chapter 345 The Tables Have Turned

• The air crackled with tension as Mia's grip tightened on my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin like claws. I stared at her in stunned silence as she shook me violently, her voice rising to a fevered pitch.
• "He’s not breathing, Evie!" she screamed, her words echoing off the walls of the hotel room. "He might be dead!"
• I struggled to break free from her grasp, my heart hammering in my chest as panic coursed through my veins like wildfire. "Mia, calm down," I urged, my voice strained with desperation. "We'll check on him, I promise."