Hazel’s POV
I’d spent most of the day training with my warriors, pushing my body to the limit—sweat dripping, muscles screaming, mind sharp as a blade. It kept the worry at bay. But now, as the sun dipped low, painting the garden in bloody oranges and deep purples, it all came rushing back.
Dimitri still wasn’t here.
It was almost evening, and that nagging pit in my stomach grew heavier with every passing minute. Where the hell was he?
Benedicta Petterson was supposed to be in our grasp by now. She was the key. The one person who could name names, unravel who started this whole nightmare.
I paced the garden path, gravel crunching under my boots, arms crossed tight over my chest. The roses mocked me with their perfect blooms, all calm and pretty while my world spun out of control. Com
