Chapter 10His stomach bound in knots of panic and his muscles taut with nervous tension, Swenton Vorak spent the better part of the morning searching room after room of the sumptuous palace, but could not find his Royal Witch. Like his brother Vessels, he knew Lancine D’Olica had spent the previous evening on another “Wynorian seed mission,” as the men had often joked in hushed, nervous tones in their quarters, yet Swenton had never known her to not return to her wing before the dawn. She couldn’t risk missing the breakfast bell without casting suspicion on her activities, especially on Worship Day.
He hadn’t even located her in the underground punishment rooms, the last place he dared search this morning, the place where he had recently spent days in brutal agony.
Swenton shivered at th
