Kellan.
I was checking through the documents that Uncle Chad sent to my desk, the pack doctor came and checked up on Isra, gave her some injections and she had gone back to sleep.
I was relieved that she was talking, and I want to hear her lovely voice every damn time.
I want her to speak to me, and I crave for her to hear her voice again.
She said the prime minister took her, and he had denied seeing her, and even the house she was kept in, he had denied knowing the place too or even the guards.
If we wanted to get him we needed evidence that he was the one who kidn*pped her, and Isra didn’t want him exposed yet.
I didn’t know what she was thinking, and probably will find out when she wakes up.
“Anyone out there?” I called out to the guard that was outside my study.
“Yes,
