AT THE SAME TIME
JAXON'S POINT OF VIEW:
We didn't knock. We just stormed in. Selene's chamber was soaked in moonlight and the thick scent of dried herbs, scrolls, and incense. She sat near the massive window, eyes closed, like she'd been waiting. I could barely breathe.
"Selene." I said, my voice sharp. "He's gone. We can't find him anywhere. We've searched every outpost, every road, and the damn forest twice over."
Michael looked worse than I felt drawn, stiff, eyes rimmed in red. We hadn't slept. Not since we realized the bed he once curled up in was cold. Empty. His scent fading.
"Please." Michael added, stepping forward, voice raw. "You're the Moon Priestess. If anyone can-"
"I know." She interrupted, opening her eyes slowly.
That calm, ageless stare met mine. She already knew. Of course she did. My breath caught in my throat.
"Then where is he?"I asked.
