Freya‘s pov.

Where the hell is Arius?

I paced the room like a caged animal, nerves on edge. We had to leave. Now. Every second we waited was another second closer to someone discovering our plan. Of course, the one time I actually needed that smug, ever-present shadow—he was nowhere to be found.

“Typical,” I muttered, tugging my cloak tighter. “When I don't need him, he's everywhere. Lurking. Staring. Brooding like some ancient vampire. But now? Gone. What kind of ...