Arlo
I have all my men searching, and The Order is mobilized, combing through every lead. Every corner of the city is being swept, but I’m a nervous wreck. My mind won’t stop racing. I’ve barely slept, the need to find Maisie tearing at my insides. Then my phone vibrates. It’s an unknown number.
My heart drops into my stomach. I know it’s him. Samuel. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my hands, and motion for Lazarus and Ace to come closer. If there’s anything in the background of this call—any clue—we need to catch it.
I answer, my voice tight with barely contained fury. "Hello, Samuel."
A laugh crackles through the phone, that sickening, mocking laugh that makes my blood boil. "Oh, I knew you’d be expecting me," Samuel taunts, his voice smug.
"Samuel," I say, forcing calm into
