CHAPTER 7
The wind howled, shaking the roof, and shadows danced along the walls as the fire in the main hall’s stone hearth wavered. Kaspian paced between oaken tables. Iskra, Mama’s dog, followed at his heels. If it weren’t for her normally placid dog’s distressed whining, he would have thought this was all nothing.
What had driven Mama to leave the manor in this weather? Was it because they’d fought? He’d racked his mind trying to remember when he’d last seen her. Not since their fight. And after questioning all of the servants, none had seen her since then either. Was she out there somewhere caught in the storm, alone and afraid?
He dragged his hands through his hair. How could he stand here and do nothing when he should be out there looking for her, storm be damned? Servants and pea
