Darius’s POV
Andrea. Andrea. Andrea.
Her name repeats in my head like a drumbeat I can’t escape. Every thought, every waking second, is consumed by her absence. It’s maddening.
Andrea, my beautiful Andrea. Where could she be? I’ve searched every godforsaken corner of this miserable world, and there’s still no sign of her. It’s been a month—thirty long days of silence.
Her phone’s been off for weeks. No trace, no sign, nothing. My Andrea—gone. Did Damon do this? Did that arrogant bastard figure out my plans and decide to hurt her to get to me? If he did, there won’t be enough places for him to hide.
“Damon and his pack will regret the day they crossed us,” my wolf, Mr. Clad growled, his tone oozing fury.
“Don’t rush me, Clad,” I said sharply. “I need to think.”
But thinking hasn’t d
