KNOX
The hallway felt colder than usual and it worsened for some reason when I found Vander pacing outside the East Wing, his jaw clenched, eyes wild like he hadn’t slept a wink.
We were both unraveling thread by thread. I thought about walking away but the possibility that I could be the reason why things were this terrible lumped up in my throat, so I approached him.
“Hey.”
Vander’s head snapped toward me. “Did you find anything?” he barked. “Did she call you? Text you? Anything?”
I shook my head. “No. But I spoke to Father.”
Vander stopped pacing. His expression didn’t change much but I saw the tightening around his mouth and that little flicker of disdain that always came with that name.
“Why?”
“He’s going to help us find her.”
Vander spat out a humorless laugh and leaned against the wall. “Oh, that’s rich. What does he want in return? A rainbow in a sack?”
“I know you don’t trust him but you know damn well he is our best option. He knows people. If anyone’s moving around our terr
