“ She is gone.” A servant said, her head bowed and the sound of a fist bumping the glass table resonated in the room.
“ What do you mean by gone?” Akera roared and the servant fell to her knees, trembling.
“ I went to deliver her meal to her but she was not in the room. I don't know where she went and how she left.” The servant explained and Akera flared up from his seat. His shirt was neatly tucked inside his trousers.
“ That wretched woman.” he gritted his teeth, his hands curling into fists by his side and just as he was about to step forward, a pain shot through his chest, making him groan and clutching his chest with his hand.
His face wrinkled and he stumbled back before slowly sitting on the sofa. He struggled to breathe as he felt as if something was obstructing his airway. It
