Asa's POV

I checked the time again and saw it was 1:03 a.m.

My knuckles slammed against the car door so hard that the pain shot up my arm.

“Damn it!” I shouted, punching it again.

Every second that passed felt like another heartbeat Eliana might not have.

We’d burned down every one of Dario’s hideouts, turned them into ashes, and still— nothing. There's no sign of her.

I leaned against the hood, staring out into the vast courtyard of the estate as the frustration clawed at ...