C79 Chapter Seventy Nine

Denderick's POV

It had been hours already.

The fork in my hand paused halfway to my mouth, the eggs on my plate suddenly less appetizing. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen Aria. My mind flicked back to yesterday, then the day before. It had to have been at least twenty-four hours since I'd last caught a glimpse of her. Something inside me curled in unease.

I shoved the plate aside