The worst twenty-four hours of Felicia’s life began the moment her children disappeared.
And considering everything she had survived, that was saying something.
She had survived banishment.
She had survived rogues.
She had survived pregnancy with sextuplets.
She had survived heartbreak.
None of it compared to this.
Nothing.
Because this time it wasn’t her life at risk.
It was her children.
The six little souls who were the center of her entire world.
The six children she would gladly die for.
Every second without them felt like torture.
Every minute felt like an hour.
Every hour felt like a lifetime.
Felicia sat inside the emergency command center surrounded by maps, reports, and warriors.
Nobody had slept.
Nobody wanted to.
Markus stood near the center table with Avery,
