Thorne’s POV
Aurora isn’t here. I look around the room to find it nearly empty. Right. Lunch.
Since she returned from being attacked, Aurora has been eating at her desk, so I figured she would today also.
“Thorne!”
Jace jogs up to my side and bows slightly in greeting.
“Walk with me,” I say, turning and heading in the direction of the lunch room.
“I looked into what you asked,” Jace says, falling into step beside me. He glances at everyone we pass, like always as he speaks. “There have been no disturbances near the house for the last few days. The only issues during patrol have been a few drunk teens, a human making trouble at the bar in town, and a few minor accidents.”
Figuring out who attacked Aurora is proving to be more difficult than it should be. Usually, me and my men
