MASON
I drop into a crouching position. Drawing in a deep and exasperated lung full of air. Holding it for a beat then letting it woosh out of me all at once.
I feel sick to my stomach with desperation and fear. I palm my face, a sad attempt at trying to school my frustration and lack of control. “Somebody give me something!” I grind out, standing back up and eyeing the men who have been searching for Princess Tawny and Sir Kolby.
Solemnly, they all shake their heads. “You’re the f*****g Alpha team!” I yell unable to control my anger, “Not one of you has found a lead, not even a f*****g clue as to where they went?” Again, they shake their heads low, glancing at one another.
It’s not as if I can even be that angry at them. Really, I’m angrier at myself. How the f**k could this happen? I
