I stared at Vincent's empty room while the blood on the floor seemed to spread beneath my feet and for several seconds I couldn't move because the man I had spent my entire life trying to understand had disappeared again.
Knox stood beside me, his jaw tight while he studied the shattered window.
"He's alive." Knox said and I looked at him.
"You don't know that." I said.
"I know whoever took him wanted us to find the blood." He said.
"Razor." I said.
"Probably." He said and my hands curled into fists.
"I have to get him back." I said and Knox didn't hesitate.
"Then we get him back." He said.
I looked at him because part of me had expected an argument and another part had expected him to tell me that Vincent wasn't worth risking everyone for. Instead, Knox reached for my hand.
"You
