ATLAS
I clasped my head, staring at the files on the desk before me, and seeing nothing. I had been this way since I left the dungeon.
Aria was missing. Rogues took her.
How the fuck were rogues able to infiltrate the prison without anyone being aware of it? Yeah, it was my fault. I killed the fucking guards, and nowhere were they able to watch her after I left.
Damn it!
I rose to my feet, turning to the window, my teeth gritted. My heart clenched in pain, and I swallowed thickly. Where the fuck did they go?
I couldn't go there. But for their scent to still be in the dungeon, Elias had deduced that they could have only left a few minutes after the deed was done, and offered to go after them. He was a tracker and could pick up scents from even a far distance.
But he had not yet arrived. It was already getting late; the tension within me was rising, and likewise, the fear was clamping down on my heart.
