Amelie fumbled at her silk pockets, her heart sinking when she found them empty. She hurried back into the bedchamber, her shoes clicking against the carpeted floor as she snatched her device from the nightstand. Without wasting a breath, she dialed Gabriel, only to be met with the sterile drone of a busy signal.
She redialed instantly, pacing toward the balcony as the call finally connected. Gabriel picked up on the second ring.
"Amelie, has Louis briefed you?" the first question he asked.
"He has. Why on earth did you leave alone? You should have waited for me," Amelie snapped, her composure fracturing more in worry than anger. "And Alex... How is he even breathing? He met Flora! Why would she keep this from me?"
"It's possible Ophelia resurrected him," Gabriel replied in a grim tone.
Amelie's heart thundered wildly against her ribs. "What? So that witch's final act was to leave a man behind to hunt me?"
