Maliya's POV:
Since Harvey left, I had not quite gotten myself. I couldn't go up to his room even when he had asked me to wait there for him.
I kept checking on the kids to see if they were sleeping safely, then I walked outside, over to the few guards who were left to man the Palace and when I asked them what was wrong, they refrained from telling me at all.
I decided to take a seat on the cane chair directly at the porch of the Palace, swinging my foot from side to side as I waited for the gates to be pulled open, for Harvey's car to drive in.
I knew something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones that it wasn't just an attack. It was worse than that. How had today turned sour all of a sudden? I'd wanted to spend the night with Harvey, talking about the whole party and how the di
