Denderick's POV
I sat in my study, staring blankly at the papers scattered across my desk. My mind wasn't on the documents in front of me. It hadn't been for days. No, all I could think about was Aria. This was day four, and there was still no sign of her.
I curled my fingers into fists. I knew Logan had her. He was the only one capable of something this twisted. His obsession with control, with claiming what wasn't his, was no secret. But this time, he had gone too far.
The warriors I sent out to search had come back with nothing. Every lead, every whisper from our scouts, led to a dead end. But I didn't need proof. I knew. Logan was behind this, and I had already begun making plans to bring him down. He wouldn't get away with it. Not this time.
A sudden commotion outside snapped me o
