Dain’s POV
The moment I shoved open the door to the room Elysia had assigned to Nymera, a cold draft rushed past me from the cracked window and swept through the cramped space, carrying the stale smell of dust and damp stone that immediately confirmed every suspicion that had been building inside my head since speaking with my sister. The narrow bed sat untouched in one corner, the blanket folded back carelessly as though someone had risen from it hours ago, and the single candle burning weakly on the table did little to brighten the gloomy chamber.
For several seconds I simply stood there, staring at the empty room while anger and unease tangled together inside my chest, because there was only one explanation for what I was seeing.
Nymera was gone.
A muscle tightened along my jaw
