Three days.
Three whole days. That's how long he's been without her. How long since he's last seen her. Thorne was past losing his mind. He was a crazed man. He was doing things he's never done. He had his warriors out there, searching every single house, every single carriage, caravan, abandoned house, cabins, sheds. Anything!
And still… not a sighting of her.
Thorne was past losing his mind. He was mad. He hadn't shut his eyes for a minute in these three days. Not even a wink. His body trembled with exhaustion. His mind was an overworked mess. Still, he didn't dare stop. He forced himself to stay upright at his desk, pouring over useless reports, maps, names that meant nothing when she was gone.
The door creaked open, and he didn't bother looking up.
