It didn’t take Alex long to traverse the distance through the veil. It was usually quick, yet he absently realised that this time he had no sense of travelling from where he was to where he wanted to be at all. One moment he was in the room at the inn, the next he was standing in his brother’s room. What he saw did not reassure him.
William didn’t notice he’d appeared at first, deep in consultation with the guard and the hunters, and he was issuing orders for a search. It didn’t help Alex’s peace of mind that he couldn’t sense Amelia’s presence in the palace. He couldn’t detect her anywhere, which meant she was either shielding herself, or someone else was. Given their last communication—that he’d been hoping desperately was a nightmare—he was tipping she was being shielded by someone els
