ELENA DUVAL
The rest of the hours passed with the cold filling the air, the heater running low, and no word from Dimitri. To say I was worried was an exaggerated understatement.
I slid quietly from the bed, trying not to wake up Zoey. I'd spent hours consoling her after I told her about Chloe's death. I wished Chloe was here as well. I wished we could have found her. The guilt of not finding them sooner would forever weigh on me.
I left the room, heading to the living room. Torin was standing at the front door, checking his time while Jayden was seated at the dining table.
“Did you hear anything from him yet?” I asked Torin.
“He hasn't written yet,” He said slowly.
“That's a bad sign right?”
Torin didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes told me everything. This was a f*****g
