*~Author's POV~*
There were no signs of a struggle. No blood. No broken walls. Not even a single overturned chair.
So who the hell took them?
The only proof anyone had even entered the High House was that Cyrius's coffin had been tampered with. The door to the room was wide open… but beyond that?
Nothing.
"What the actual hell happened?" he muttered, pacing back and forth.
My heart thudded loud in my chest, panic dancing along my spine. My mind was spinning, but I kept it together—for now.
"I'm sure it's that Natasha girl," Elder Gina snapped from the corner, arms folded, eyes narrowed with suspicion. "She's always had something off about her. I said it the day she arrived here. I should've…"
"Stop." Caspian turned sharply. "I trust that girl with my life. Natasha wouldn't do something like this."
Gina raised a brow, unconvinced. But I wasn't here to debate her feelings.
