Violet had been missing for a week.
It had been one week since she fought with the Leviathan and ran away.
It had been one week since Ash learned the truth of what was happening to his wife.
One week since he last smelled her, heard her voice, felt her touch. It had been months since he heard her laughter. Saw her smile or clearly saw the gentle pink that always graced her eyes when she looked out at the world.
Ash's whole world had crumbled in under a year. The life he carefully built was broken leaving him a shell of his former self.
He wanted her back.
He wanted his Violet, his wife, his best friend. He wanted his daughter, his Odette, his little princess back in his arms.
To hold his little girl and his wife, the emptiness in his chest had made itself a permanent home there. With no intention of leaving.
Ash had restlessly paced the camp; they would be leaving for Romania tomorrow. Preparing for whatever plan the Leviathan was cooking up.
