Five days had passed, and Veronica was consumed with preparations for her engagement feast. Owen, however, had vanished. He hadn't shown his face once, which wasn't like him, even with all the bad blood between them.
Furious, Veronica stormed into the Blake pack's estate, confronting the other servants.
"Where's Owen?" she snapped. "Doesn't he know I'm about to form a sacred bond? Where's he slacking off now?"
The servants exchanged uneasy glances, shrugging. "We… we don't know where he is," one mumbled.
Veronica's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, you don't know? He hasn't been back at all?"
"No idea," another said. "We haven't seen him in days."
She shot to her feet, a knot forming in her gut. "Where's Walter? Where's he at? He took Owen to the hospital, didn't he?"
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