Thorne stood in the courtyard with his arms clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if he could stare hard enough to bring her back to him. The morning air was cold.
General Halister stood a few paces behind him, silent until Thorne finally spoke.
“Well?”
“They were there,” Halister said, his voice low. “Serene and Darius. An inn on the edge of the border. But by the time my men got there…” He shook his head. “they had disappeared with no trace”
Thorne didn’t react, he barely seemed to care. Darius was a coward, and he would see him from a mile away if he ever tried anything. Serene was undoubtedly miserable with Darius who had nothing to offer her, in terms of wealth which she desperately craved.
His mind was elsewhere.
“And Bloodveil?” he asked, turning slightl
