*~ Cayden's POV~*
My mind was hovering..buzzing and restless like a swarm I couldn't swat away. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. The alcohol was starting to take full effect, burning through me in waves. Dammit. I shouldn't have had that much. I shouldn't have even touched a drop.
What kind of man drinks while his wife and babies are out ther…—maybe in danger, maybe… worse? I should be out there with them, not here, sitting useless, waiting for the ones who went to find them. Four hours. Four long, endless hours, and still nothing.
Are they dead? Are they alive? I can't stop my mind from running to the worst answers.
I'd already told the witches Aurora had been training to use their tracking spells, anything that could give me even the smallest sign. "Anything yet?" My voice roared across the hall.
"Nothing," one of them said.
"None," another added.
"We still haven't been able to reach them."
