The other room was empty. No Victor, no tray, no telltale scent of food, just the dim, still air and the quiet tick of the clock on the far wall. Elias stood there for a moment, blinking, before the hunger twisted again and made his jaw clench.
Of course. A house like this didn't simply have food lying around. In a place this size, you probably had to cross three wings and a hallway lined with antiques older than most countries just to get to the kitchens.
He had no idea where those were.
