Chapter 15Blackthorn
The chair flew across the room, hitting the nearby stone wall with a resounding crash. Not even that, it seemed, would calm my lord and master, the Duke.
“Sire,” I tried calmly.
“Dammit, Blackthorn,” he raged. “How could it be that Claire Munro continues to elude me? Who knows what that trash is doing to her? She’s mine. Mine.”
Blackthorn gulped.
“My lord, yet another patrol has returned with no luck. We’ve searched all the nearby villages; she has vanished into thin air.”
The Duke had been pulling at his hair and it stuck out in several directions.
I could love you better than she ever could, Blackthorn thought. Instead of saying the words he wished to say out loud, he merely righted the chair and sat upon it.
“What are your wishes my lord?”
The Duke had calm
