My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I made my way to the Golden Roof Restaurant and saw Freya by the entrance; she must have been waiting a long time.

As she led me over, she explained, "Here, I got some people to stand guard."

"How sure are you that it's drugs?" I asked softly, clutching onto my last shred of hope. God's favorites, Evan and Hendrix, should never have gotten themselves caught up with the nasty stuff. "On a scale of one to ten, I'd say nine." Freya sighed woefully, not wanting to say a word more.

At the end of the corridor on the first floor, two tall and brawny bodyguards were stationed outside the room's entrance, their intimidating faces were like an invisible barrier warding people off. Freya paused by the door and asked one of the bodyguards, "Did anything happen?"

"Everything is normal," the bodyguard answered.

"Good." Freya nodded. "Open the door."

"Got it," the bodyguard responded respectfully, took out the key, and unlocked the additional safety lock on the door, before pushing the door open.

We entered the room to find it empty.

Freya exchanged glances with me and guessed that he might be hiding. "Might be in the bathroom."

ceiling, which originally held the exhaust fan. It was big enough for an adult man to pass through. The situation was

was upset. "Gosh, I won't even

lot of energy to climb up. Freya had said that Evan had been injected with drugs, so his body probably was drained and lacking

tensed voice on the phone earlier, a wave of indescribable poignance washed over me.

and beautiful, how could he permit others to see him in his

a spectator like me, I

all a fluke and thought that just because I had never seen

senses. If Evan had been harmed this way, what could

in mind, I

assistant of the

address. I needed

safe or otherwise,

she was staying nearby, I agreed

silently watching from the side, not giving a single opinion, but she seemed a little hesitant, like