What was he doing here?
Noah stared wide eyed at his panting form. The sleeves of his dress shirt were folded to the elbows and his shirt; stained with dust was crumpled. His eyes were wide and wild as they hurriedly searched the room.
“Where is she?” He asked when his eyes landed on Noah. When Noah failed to give a response, he bellowed. “Where is she!?”
“My my my, the king himself graces us with his presence. What have I done to deserve this honour?” Freya mocked as she stared down Caspian.
“Where is she, Freya?” He asked plainly.
“Who? Aren’t I the one you’ve been searching for for so long, I’m here before you yet you seek another.”
“Don’t toy with me. Tell me where the Vemon is.”
“Nah, I should be saying that you.” The witch grit out. “It wasn’t enough that you had my sist
