Knox's POV

My hands shook as I stared at the map before me. Another day had passed, yet nothing. It was now nine days since Aria was taken.

I ran a shaky hand over my face. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t slept.

Before I met Aria, I had always had problems with sleeping, but I always had a good night's sleep whenever I slept next to her.

Every second she was gone, something inside me cracked a little more.

I looked out of the window, watching as the patrols hurried ...