"Damn it all!" Lavern slammed his fist on the hardwood table in front of him so hard that everyone in the otherwise quiet study winced. Well, everyone except Elveria who showed no reaction at all at the open window where she stood with her eyes closed against the rays of the dull moonlight as if basking in it, just as she had done all night long.
It was several hours after Richard and the others had escaped and the older Winchmore had sent out waves after waves of men to find them, or at least learn the direction they might have headed. But it was all to no avail.
Just like the previous time the king had escaped from the Capital, there was no trace of him and his accomplices anywhere in the vicinity, almost as if they had suddenly vanished off the realm; and Lavern was really starting to
