Angel's POV
I stopped pacing and stood in the middle of the room and looked at the window, where the sky had gone from black to the deep grey-blue of approaching dawn, the first sign of light pressing against the dark from somewhere beneath the horizon.
Nearly dawn.
Agnes had been gone a long time.
I sat back down. Stood back up. Sat down.
She's fine. But what if she'd found a way out? What if she was already beyond the gates, already on the road, already…
No. She wouldn't leave without me. I knew that. Agnes had spent the entire evening announcing her intention to protect me. She would not leave me behind.
Unless she couldn't come back. Unless something had happened, unless she was lost somewhere, unless she had run into the wrong hands, unless…
I was already at the door before I had consciously decided to move.
I needed to see Merrick. He will help me find my sister. For some reason, Merrick was the safest choice right now. Not Terrell.
Merrick will understand better.
