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Alaric’s POV
The low hum of my men murmuring among themselves was a faint backdrop to the chaos in my mind. I stood at the desk, my fists pressed against the mahogany surface, staring at the map spread before me. My eyes traced the routes leading to Cruz territory, my mind calculating every possible move Alonso might make next.
The door to the study pushed open and closed. I could hear light, precise footsteps and I instantly knew who it was without even having to look up.
“You better have helpful information if you’re cutting through my time like this,” I muttered flatly.
Then Allesio’s voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. “She’s gone.”
I froze, my head snapping up to meet his panicked expression. “What do you mean, gone?”
“I checked her room,” he said, his tone tight wi
