Royle practically tore down the door. He stumbled forward in an attempt to slow down, breathing hard, his pulse racing.
“Where is she?” he asked, not caring that the door was still open. Kiesha was standing at the wide window, watching the shower of rain that tapped against the glass. The room had that musty smell that always came with wet weather. White sheets were draped over old easels. Royle’s skin prickled. It somehow felt even more invasive with the prince gone from the world.
Kiesha didn’t reply. She had her arms wrapped around herself as though she was cold. Royle struggled to hold in his anger. He stormed forward and roughly turned her around.
“Where the hell is she, Kiesha?”
Kiesha had tears in her eyes. She looked up at Royle, her long lashes wet. “I didn
