Dante was frantic.

Sienna had never seen him like this. The Ice King was completely gone. Shattered. In his place was a father on the edge of breaking.

He tore through the farmhouse. Overturning furniture. Kicking in doors. Searching every room like Leo might somehow still be hiding there.

"Dante, stop." Sienna grabbed his arm. "They're not here."

"I have to be sure!" He yanked away from her. Kept searching. The kitchen. The bedrooms. Even closets too small for a child to hide in.

Finally, he stopped in the middle of the living room. Breathing hard. His injured shoulder bleeding through the bandages again.

"They took him," he whispered. "They...