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It was early morning by the time Hugh arrived home. Servants moved through the Council Building, cleaning and organizing. The day had just begun, and he was already exhausted—emotionally and physically.
He walked down the hallway. Rex’s chair sat empty, but a note was taped to the door to his suite.
Hire Guards. Soon.
Rex.
“I know. I will.” He tore the paper from the door and went into the apartment. He tossed the note in the trash on his way to the bedroom. He needed a shower and at least an hour of sleep. He quietly opened the door and slipped inside the room, stopping as his gaze landed on the bed. It was empty.
“Trinity,” he called out as he hurried into the kitchen area and then the spare room. She wasn’t there. He took a steadying breath. She was safe. She had to be.
