Silas's POV
Just like I figured, that bastard Quentin had already cleared out by the time we traced his location. Felix tried tracking my watch like I told him to, but once we were out of range, I had him shift focus to finding Bella instead.
Standing in my penthouse living room now, I couldn't keep still. My feet wore a path in the expensive carpet as I paced, my mind spinning out of control. The city sprawled below through floor-to-ceiling windows, lights twinkling like fallen stars, but nothing could settle the storm raging inside me. This crushing weight on my chest felt heavier than anything I'd carried in years.
Mrs. Rose had rushed over after I called her. The second we got back to the city, I knew I needed her help with Toby. The poor kid hadn't stopped sobbing for his mother since we left that hellhole. He wouldn't touch his food, wouldn't pick up his toys, wouldn't do anything but cry. Watching him fall apart like that was destroying me piece by piece.
