ARTHUR
Everything was unravelling.
I kept constant contact with Danvers and the Canadian hunt leader, Sam Willis. We exchanged cycling updates and urged action—still, nothing. No border sightings. No worthwhile chatter.
There hasn’t been a single trace of Carmen or the couple who helped her vanish.
It was like she’d been erased; that’s what I thought I wanted a few weeks ago. I wanted everything about the orphaned heiress to fade away. But now, instead of relief, urgency replaced it—now, I needed to find her.
But it was worse now, because my father had gone quiet.
It wasn’t because he was distracted or too busy to remind me that I was his greatest failure. No, this was different.
The Organization was quiet.
The kind of quiet that meant decisions were already being made—and I wasn’t
