Syria’s POV
He’s so unbelievably stupid.
I didn’t waste any time.
I turned and rushed toward the door.
There were guards posted right near the entrance. For a split second, panic shot through me like a knife. But I managed to duck behind the wall just in time, pressing my back hard against the cold stone as I listened to them speaking.
“Make sure Lady Syria doesn’t escape,” one of them ordered in a low, firm voice.
“Sir Steven was very clear about that.”
“Yes, sir,” the others replied in unison.
Uncle’s wolf guards.
I had to find Grandma. I needed to see with my own eyes that she was safe, that she was still breathing!
As I crept through the dim hallway, I felt a tight, cold knot in my chest.
When I finally reached the place he said Grandma would be, my stomach dropped.
The bed
