Lucian
THREE WEEKS LATER
Every trail led nowhere.
We worked hard to avoid using the surname Nighthorn, it felt like a trap waiting to spring, but it made everything harder. We had no photo. No description. Just whispers and shadows.
The more time passed, the more convinced I became that we’d been led here on a leash, one Chase controlled.
Still, I refused to call home. Every day, the urge burned in my chest, but I held back. I kept telling myself we were close, that it would all make sense soon. That I’d walk through the front door of our home and tell Mara it was over.
But three weeks had gone by.
Nothing.
Bianca had done what she could. In the second week, she’d pointed out Justin, and we’d tracked him as quietly as possible. The team tried to catch him alone. They did, eventuall
