Jan's POV
I got to the castle in record time. It took me half an hour to get home from the airport. There was panic inside. Everyone was rushing. My sister caught my eye and when she saw me, she immediately turned pale and bit her lower lip. I had a bad feeling.
Yaroslava couldn't have done something again, could she? She couldn't run away from me again, could she? But my sister's next words shattered the last shreds of hope I was clinging to.
“We haven't found her,” she whispered through her tears. “Ian, she killed Davina.”
My head was spinning.
