#Chapter 153

Theodore’s POV “Violet?” The concern in Marcy’s voice pulled my attention to my wife as I closed the back door. I rushed to her side, her body tense as she stared in terror at the empty kitchen table. “Alari,” I murmured, firm but calm, “talk to me.” Violet clutched my arm I had wrapped around her, her nails digging into my skin. She didn’t take her eyes from the kitchen table as she swallowed roughly. “She’s not here,” she choked out, sounding like she didn’t quite want to believe it. “Who’s not here?” Marcy asked carefully behind me. I didn’t know the answer, but I didn’t need to. “Get the High Priestess,” I commanded, catching Violet as her knees buckled. No one else moved. “Now!” I snapped. Bennett and Marcy straightened in shock, then Bennett splintered out of the room. I lowered Violet to her knees as she grew heavier in my arms, tears streaming down her face. “She’s not here, she’s not here, she’s not here.” “No one’s at the kitchen table, Violet,” I whispered i