Kane’s POV.
“Where is she?” I whispered to Savio. His eyes betrayed nothing, but I could see the veins on his arm bulge as he suppressed both worry and rage at the realisation that none of us knew where Fiona actually was.
“I’m not sure,” he drawls, nonchalance drips off his words, and I’d be fooled to thinking he didn’t actually care about Fiona if I didn’t see the look in his eyes when he scans the hall again.
She’s not there, in the sea of elegantly dressed nobles, drinking, dancing and chatting away mindlessly, my mate was nowhere to be found. It’d been about an hour since we lost sight of Fiona, at first, we’d all assumed the other was with her, it wasn’t until we all caught each other’s stares across the hall that we realised that she was gone… and that Kat was gone as well. My bl
