"Where is she?!"
The roar shook the dining hall. An elite member of the Powerblocks slammed his palm down with such force the oak table splintered. Cracks raced across its surface.
Sigewuf didn’t flinch outwardly, but inside, something shifted.
He felt his skin crawl. That tone—razor-sharp, ice-cold, was deadly.
Calm. Breathe. Still your heartbeat.
They’re listening.
Don’t let them hear fear
He truly didn’t know where she was. When he returned home that night, she wasn't there. None of the guards had seen her come back.
No scent. No shadow. Nothing. It was as if she had vanished. He had ordered a full-scale search, and still, nothing.
"She’s gone," he said, voice flat, even though fear twisted in his chest.
A woman in red lifted her brow slowly, mockingly. "When you say gone, Sig
