Ice flooded the guard's veins. He stammered into the phone, "Mr. Rainsworth, it's bad. Mr. Jonathan is gone."

"What?" Nathaniel barked.

Nathaniel's brows pulled together for the briefest heartbeat, yet his tone stayed as calm as deep water when he lifted the phone to his ear. "Pull every security feed in the entire mall. Seal off every entrance and exit immediately."

"Yes, sir." The bodyguard snapped to attention, turned on his heel, and disappeared into the bustle, voice already crackling over the radio as he issued the order.

Cecilia leaned toward him, worry clouding her eyes. "Well? Why isn't Jon back yet?"

Nathaniel forced a reassuring smile. "He's still in the restroom, probably a bout of constipation. Nothing serious."

Her shoulders remained tight. "Constipation at his age? As soon as we're home, we're having a doctor look at him.”

Nathaniel offered a soft hum of agreement and nodded once.

Elliot, perched on the edge of a plush chair, blinked. "Since when does my brother get constipated? He's practically obsessed with healthy routines."

Everyone else might be clueless, but Elliot knew Jonathan's schedule down to the minute, including his meals, bathroom breaks, everything. Vanishing this long was unheard of.

things your brother would share," Nathaniel replied

shrank back, lips sealing

phone vibrated again. He answered before the second ring. "Report." "Mr. Jonathan located, sir. Sixth floor, men's clothier.

the


here with Eli. I'm heading to the restroom too. I'll check on

head quickly. "All

"I will."

through shoppers as he aimed

a gleaming men's boutique, three uniformed clerks had already pinned Ivy and Jonathan in

illegal," Ivy snapped,

can't afford to offend her. I'm sorry,

of two saleswomen,

the display tables, Jonathan felt two other clerks clamp around

of me," he ordered, voice pitched high

home, tell your parents to buy you another one. You knocked Mr. Felix

Right now, Felix is leaning on his family's power to steal from me. If I hand this over, what will he demand next-my toys, my clothes, my very pride? Jonathan had never felt such mixed

being small. If only he were grown, no


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