"But where did she go?" I frowned, drumming my fingers on the desk.
He ran a hand through his hair, "We're not sure, Ozymandias has patrols scouting for her in a twenty five mile radius outside out borders."
I bit my lip. "I just hope she's ok."
Theos stared at me with piercing eyes that made me shift uncomfortably beneath his gaze. The way he looked at me was as if he could see straight through me, a feeling I wasn't too sure I hated. Straight through any lies or false faces used to hide the darkness beneath.
What he saw was the raw and naked parts of me, the parts that felt the most vulnerable. But I trusted him with those parts of me.
"Wherever she is she's fine. She's a survivor."
I chewed my lip, I noticed his eyes focused on the movement. His confidence in Astoria bled into me
