Nicholas’s POV
It felt like my heart had stopped working.
My wife.
He had taken my wife.
And we still didn’t know where the f**k he took her.
“Where is she?” I asked for what felt like the hundredth time, my voice rough and broken from screaming. “Where the f**k did he take her?”
Dillian looked just as frustrated as I felt, but that didn’t stop the rage clawing through me.
“I don’t know,” he said again, breathing hard as seawater dripped from his silver hair. “Every siren has a hidden place beneath the sea. Sanctuaries nobody else knows about. Even family members don’t know all of them.”
I dragged a hand through my hair violently.
The ocean stretched endlessly in front of us, dark and cold beneath the moonlight.
Too f*****g big.
Where were we even supposed to start looking?
My
