Darya was lying in bed looking at her phone and grimacing. It was already four in the morning and she was wide awake thinking of two completely different people with the same level of anxiety.
It had been almost two full days since Magda had gone missing. She missed her friend dreadfully but most importantly she was terrified for her safety. Magda was out there, with whoever had her, and could potentially be hurt. She hadn’t slept yet, her mind reaping all the terrible imagery of the worst-case scenarios she could come up with. Had whoever taken her drugged her, hurt her, assaulted her?
She rolled onto her belly again and felt her heart ache with missing her and not knowing. Miklos and Kostas had gone with Dimi to visit Ares the evening before but she hadn’t felt up to it. The long the
