Dane's Pov
"Has anyone seen Freya?"
Evie's voice sliced right through the quiet chatter in the dining hall. I glanced up from the map I'd been poring over with Henry and Marcus. There she was, standing in the doorway, looking kinda lost and confused.
"She's in the library," I said, checking the clock real quick. It was almost noon. "Buried in her mom's journal. What's up?"
"That's what I figured, but she's not there anymore. The journal's just sitting on the table, open, but no Freya." Evie stepped farther into the room. "I needed to chat with her about something... eh, it's not important now. Any idea where she headed?"
A weird chill crept up my back. "She didn't mention she was going somewhere?"
"Nope. I've been helping Sarah sort supplies for the last hour or so. When I wrapped th
