CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The jubilee pulses around me, a cacophony of laughter and music. My heart pounds in rhythm with the bass of the distant speakers, but it's not excitement that fuels my pulse—it's worry. Henry is missing amidst this chaos.
"Logan," I hiss, reaching for his arm. He turns to me, those brown eyes piercing even in the dim light. The lanterns hanging from the booths cast a glow on Logan's earnest face. "We need to split up. Cover more ground."
"Agreed." His voice is steady, like always. Headstrong but kind—his usual way. "Meet back here in ten?"
"Ten minutes." I nod, feeling a flutter as our fingers brush during the exchange—a mix of fear and something else.
I turn and weave through the crowd, senses heightened. I can smell the cotton candy and hear the crackle of popcorn k
