Nova's POV
Pacing back and forth through the master bedroom, my bare feet slapped the cold wooden floor with every step. There was an emptiness to the place with its excessive size, silence, and curtains shutting off most of the light. Pinned down by anxiety, I headed towards the door and attempted to turn the handle, but it didn't budge. Vandar had played it smart, keeping me trapped on the fourth floor. Jumping down would be suicidal for sure. As the maid came back, I managed to ask her some questions regarding Jordan and Rose, but she wouldn't give away any information as to where they were.
The same attitude applied to the guards, who had received specific orders from Vandar not to let me see anyone.
At the window, I placed my forehead on the glass and stared out into the pack groun
