Mason
My fingers drummed against the desk in a restless rhythm.
I couldn’t sit still. The chair creaked loudly as I pushed it back and stood up, starting to pace around the office like a caged animal.
Today was Alexander’s birthday party.
And I didn’t care. Not even a little bit.
I grabbed the glass of cognac I’d poured earlier and stared into it, watching the amber liquid catch the afternoon light.
What was the point? Drinking wasn’t going to solve my problems. It wasn’t going to bring her back. It wasn’t going to magically make everything okay.
I set the glass back on the windowsill and buried my fingers in my hair.
Four years.
It had been four whole years since Maya disappeared, and every single attempt to find her had failed.
I’d sent men to Northern Pack. Multiple times. I’d
