Soren's POV
When I stepped out of the car, my eyes instinctively lifted toward the balcony. She wasn't there. A cold wind brushed past the curtains covering her windows, moving them in a way that made my fingers quiver slightly. She was probably asleep, still recovering from her panic attack. I tried to hold onto that thought, to believe she was just upstairs resting.
I stormed into the living room, and the place was oddly quiet. Evander's wives were all seated together, watching some TV show like it was just another normal night. Their calmness felt like an insult.
I scanned the room, and my senses immediately picked up Catherine's scent—but underneath it was something else, something that made my heart falter for a second.
Blood.
I walked past the maids without a word and approached the women. They shivered when they saw me. All except Regina, who cleared her throat like she was about to speak. She was the audacious one, the one I had grown to despise most among them.
