#Chapter 234: The Hunt

Edrick

Ella slowly pointed her little finger in the direction where I last saw Moana and Kat walking over by the edge of the forest.

Only now, no one was there.

I felt my heart drop as I quickly scanned the treeline. I couldn’t see a flash of red hair anywhere I looked, no matter how hard I strained my eyes through the light drizzle of rain and the darkening sky.

Maybe she came back in without me realizing, I thought to myself.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” Ella asked, c*****g her head.

I shook my head and stood, forcing a weak smile so as not to cause Ella to panic. “Nothing, baby. Why don’t you go up to your room and play? Ask one of the maids to stay with you.”

Ella gave me a puzzled look, but didn’t protest. I watched in horror as she ran off to play, and then I bolted into the kitchen to look for Selina.

“Have you seen Moana?” I asked once I found Selina bent over the sink, washing dishes. She made a face and shook her head as she wiped her hands off on her apron.

“I haven’t seen her since she went on her walk with her bodyguard,” she said, turning to face me with a frown on her face. “Why? Is everything alright?”

as though I would be sick. “Call the security guards,” I demanded as I grabbed my coat off of the hook. “I’m going to look for her. Tell them that… my father was seen on the

Like a flash, I took off through the door and burst outside. It had begun to rain a bit by now, and the sky was rapidly darkening while howling wind roared overhead. Even if my father didn’t get to Moana before I did, I still had to worry about her getting lost or

as though my heart was falling into the very depths of my stomach. Moana was still nowhere in

the dark forest, peering in and using

hoping that I could at least pick up some sort of

swivel in case Moana — or someone else — suddenly appeared. I never should have let her go

spoke up for the first

he said. “I

stopped in my tracks. My heart was racing a mile a minute. “What do you sense, exactly?” I asked

Eddy replied. “But I can tell that

even worse happened to her than simply getting lost. Of course I already knew that that would be a risk. The moment that Ella said that the book she had came from my father, I

her fear, then

just had to get to her first, before my dad got

with my night vision and smelled the air for anything; any scent, any broken twig,

someone stepped over it and tripped on it just a little bit. It was

I said out loud, jumping over the log. I

for her to let Moana wander and get lost or hurt. I hated to think that something else may have happened… What if

myself, thinking deeply as I continued

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