Ezra sat in the chair by Olivia's bedside, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped tightly together.
His Aura roved the surrounding area like a sentry after an attack. He was on high alert and couldn't afford to trust anyone not of the Matten coven.
He hadn't expected the attacker to be Duke, a highly respected commander in the Monarchy's Crossroad forces but he should have. This was on him.
He sat there, his attention never leaving Olivia, the soul bond like a glowing thread burnt into his mind.
When he'd heard that she'd gone missing, it was like the world had shrunk into a path of just finding her. He couldn't lose anyone else. Not again.
Everything just kept playing in his mind over and over, like a loop of anger and relief at the same time.
He'd been able to convince Red to get some rest and while she'd been reluctant to leave, he'd assured her that nothing would happen.
