INDY
I went back to the estate, and it was already nearing sunset. The moment I stepped through the gates, I noticed something was off.
There were bags.
They were stacked near the side entrance, some neatly arranged, some clearly rushed. My steps slowed. A cold feeling crept into my stomach.
Then I saw a familiar head of auburn hair moving back and forth.
“Poppy,” I called.
She turned, eyes widening a little when she saw me. “Oh—you’re back?”
I frowned and glanced at the bags again. They were definitely mine. I recognized the worn leather handle on the smaller suitcase. It was stacked at the very end of my closet.
“What is happening?” I muttered.
Poppy glanced at me while she continued to arrange the items. “The King was looking for you.”
“Huh?” I blinked. “Why was he looking
