I couldn’t remember a time when I had felt so damn tired. I looked around my room, forcing myself to see my things and allowing the realization that I was back home to settle in and calm me. I had been hunting for six months and returned home without success. I had pushed hard and wide in an attempt to find Jonas Levier, but the fucker had disappeared off the face of the earth. Not even Alexander’s contacts could locate the slippery son-of-a-bitch. Bomber and Gabbie had remained stoically at my side the entire time. I had tried to send them home several times, but they refused. They too had become personally invested in seeing Jonas Levier buried. Our hunt had taken us to places that I wish I could vanquish from my memories. We had seen girls, some just barely living, some dead, all at the hands of Jonas Levier. The man was a monster and Emily had survived seven years under his rule. I had come to wonder how she had done it, how she had made it out alive. It basically came down to strength.
