Thalia’s pov
It’s been weeks since I last laid eyes on Zev, and every passing day without seeing him only made the gnawing feeling in my chest grow stronger. I’ve tried asking his brothers about him, casually at first, but they always shut me down with dismissive waves or sharp words, telling me to mind my own business. I didn’t get it. What did they mean by “mind my own business”? Wasn’t Zev my business? I mean, I was his guardian, wasn’t I?
The fact that he’d seemingly disappeared from the palace for nearly a week now was unsettling. I couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling creeping over me. Tomorrow was the Moon Crest Feast, an event that Zev typically would have been lurking around for, causing trouble, teasing, or finding some way to get under my skin. He had a way of making everythi
