AMARA’S POV

By the time I returned to the safe house, my bones were sore and my body ached for rest. But it was almost half past five and I could not afford to miss my first training session with Morganna. I could not slack any more. It has been a week since my son was abducted, and I still had no clue where he is.

Heavens knows how he is fairing.

I can not help but wonder if he has eaten, or had his bath, or is sick, or is sleeping on the dirt. These thoughts are torturous, but they ...