It's been a whole week since Damon took Aria. A full damn week, and we still have no idea where he's hiding her. I was pacing back and forth across Lucian's living room like some caged animal. My shoes made that soft thud on the wooden floor every time I turned around. The place smelled like coffee that had been sitting too long and the faint metal tang of guns that Lucian kept cleaning over and over.
"I'm aware," Lucian said without looking up. He was glued to his computer again, fingers flying across the keyboard as he chased down every little clue we had. Which wasn't much. Actually, it was nothing. Zero. We had hit wall after wall.
Damon had swooped in and grabbed Aria from Moonvale, saying he was taking her for medical help. She had been collapsing left and right, passing out cold, and we were all scared out of our minds. So we let him. We actually stepped aside and watched him drive off with her. Biggest mistake I've ever made in my life, and I've made some bad ones.
