Zane’s pov;
The moment the guard burst into my study, gasping for air as though he had run around the twelve kingdoms.
I knew that he hadn’t come bearing good news. Something told me that whatever he was about to say, I wasn’t going to like it.
“Your highness! Someone claimed to have sighted… they sighted him at the market.”
My heart slammed hard against my chest. I didn’t need to know who…but it was the market, the market which was close to the dressmakers, where she had gone.
“Who?” I asked,standing up.
“The… Adrian.”
For a second, my vision blurred and all I could hear was the echo of her laughter from this morning. She said she’d be fine, Said she just wanted to choose fabrics herself.
I didn’t waste any time, I ignored the guard’s attempt to follow. My wolf surged to the surfa
