A week had passed since Roan left Polis, and Lexa prepared to march on Azgeda. She would give Nia an ultimatum—join or die. Lexa did not relish the thought of going to war, but it didn't scare her either. She would do what needed to be done for the good of her people. It would take time for her army to amass, but every clan would answer her call. Lexa felt cautiously optimistic. It had been another long day and Lexa headed back to her room, eager to see Costia. She kept Lexa centered and it scared Lexa how much she needed her. Her thoughts were shattered as she stepped into her room. Signs of a struggle were everywhere. Furniture was overturned, broken glass on the floor, her precious candles scattered. And no sign of Costia. "Costia!" Lexa screamed, fear overtaking her. Where was her guard? She searched her rooms. No sign of Costia. But Lexa knew she wouldn't find her there. There was only one explanation. Nia had taken her. Lexa screamed for her guards. Gustus appeared seconds later. He took in Lexa's distraught appearance and the state of her room and he knew instantly what happened. All color drained from his face. "My sister…" "We have to find her. Go now. Take your best warriors with you. If you hurry, you may still be able to find her before they cross into Azgeda." Gustus was in a daze. Lexa shook him. "Go now!" He snapped out of it and ran out, shouting orders to the guards as he left. Lexa didn't sleep that night, or the next, or the one after that. She felt utterly lost. Her thoughts were consumed with Costia, of what Azgeda was doing to her. Lexa had heard the stories. Knew the torture methods they used. Costia was innocent and pure; she loved peace. How could this be happening to her? Lexa cried and cried until she had no more tears. And the rage within her grew. Nia wanted to hurt Lexa, wanted her secrets. Lexa hoped that Costia would just tell her what she wanted to know, so she would let her go. But she also knew that Nia would never let her go.