Penelope’s POV

I have no idea where to find Vincent.

Rushing out of my office, I flag down a cab, my mind racing a million miles per second. The image of him leaving, no trace on anger on his features, fills me with dread. Everything runs off in my head.

Charles. Vincent. Eugene. Halsteads.

Where is Vincent likely to be now?

A cab pulls up and I jump in, giving him the address of the Halstead family house. Athena calls again, already on the way. I call Rhys. My voice trembles as I relay the information to him.

“You did the right thing calling, he says, his normally calm voice...