Lady Gianna stirred from her peaceful slumber at the sound of a sharp, insistent knock. Frowning, she slipped out of bed and opened the door, only to be met with the sight of her son, shoulders rigid, eyes blazing.
“Asher?” she asked, confusion flickering across her features. “What on earth...?”
“Where is she?” His voice was low, taut, each word strangled like he was holding something back.
“Who?”
“I’m talking about Kiara.” His control snapped, voice exploding into a roar. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER?”
The force of it made her breath catch. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lady Gianna said, startled by the ferocity in his eyes.
“I’m warning you,” he growled, stepping closer, his shadow stretching into her room. “Give me my girl back, or you won’t want to see what hap
