Easton
The first place I looked for Arianna was the Alpha house.
The second was the garden.
By the time I reached the back porch, frustration had settled into my bones.
“She’s not here,” Samantha said before I even had the chance to ask.
She was sitting on one of the porch swings with a mug of coffee cupped between both hands. The morning breeze stirred a few loose strands of her hair, but otherwise she looked completely relaxed.
I wasn’t fooled.
Samantha missed very little.
“You knew I was coming.”
She smiled over the rim of her mug.
“The bond practically announced you were on your way.”
I walked down the porch steps, rubbing the back of my neck.
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
The answer came too quickly.
I looked at her.
“You do know.”
“I know where she was.”
I crossed
