Aria's POV

Training with the knowledge that three students had vanished overnight was like trying to focus on math while someone was setting fire to your homework. Technically possible, but absolutely miserable.

The instructor—Commander Blackwood, a mountain of a man who looked like he could bench press a truck—was barking orders about defensive formations. But all I could think about was how Marcus from Silverclaw had been standing right here yesterday, and now his bed was empty.

"Pair ...