I'm walking out of my father's office, followed by Quill, as we head over to the training area. He's lost in thought, and so am I, as my brain continues to search for Isadora's whereabouts.
I've sent word to one of my father's allies, a elderly wizard, and his apprentice that are very strong in magick. I have high hopes they'll make the trip to Ovylian, and be able to assist more with tracking down my father and brother.
Since disappearing with my family, Mason hasn't made an appearance. Or the Fae, and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing at this point.
What is he doing to them?, I wonder, knots in my stomach.
"You're going to split your nail if you continue to bite it like that." Quill says, pulling me out of my head.
"Sorry." I respond on a reflex, chiding myself.
"It's alright." he says, hugging me to his body.
