Raven’s footsteps echoed through the hallway leading to the servants' quarters. Each step was quick, urgent, reflecting the restlessness churning inside him.
‘Cara, I’m coming for you.’
‘What are you doing?’
‘Please, answer me.’
He reached out to her again and again through their mate bond. He knew she wouldn’t respond, but somehow, trying made the anxiety in his chest a little more bearable.
He stopped in front of the last room at the end of the hall and gently pushed the door open. It wasn’t locked. Of course it wasn’t. Lock or not, he could’ve gotten in anyway.
Cara was on the floor, fiddling with the familiar cleaning tools she’d used day after day.
“Cara, what are you doing? Why won’t you answer me?” Raven asked, his voice rough.
She didn’t reply. Didn’t even look at him. She
