Denderick's POV
It had been hours already.
The fork in my hand paused halfway to my mouth, the eggs on my plate suddenly less appetizing. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen Aria. My mind flicked back to yesterday, then the day before. It had to have been at least twenty-four hours since I'd last caught a glimpse of her. Something inside me curled in unease.
I shoved the plate aside, the sound of metal scraping against wood grating against my nerves. After our last conversation, when she'd complained about Giselle, I hadn't seen any sign of her.
What was she up to now? Aria had a way of disappearing, thinking no one noticed, but I always noticed.
"Dammit," I muttered under my breath as I pushed back from the table and stood. I needed to find her. My head was already throbbing
