Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Eight

DAEMON'S POV

Maybe it was just my mind preparing me for the worst scenario, but I couldn't feel

her presence.

Staring at the castle, I sensed nothing-yet I hoped I was wrong, If she wasn't inside, it could only mean one thing: I was too late.

I hated being out here; it made me feel powerless. I needed to get in, find her, see what was happening,

Seconds dragged on like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. Restlessness gnawed at me, drawing more unwanted attention, but I didn't care. A soldier stepped forward, and I felt my patience thin. If he came any closer, I wasn't sure I could hold back from ripping his head off.

And then, I heard it. The sharp sound of breaking glass.

Fragments rained down as people scattered, shielding themselves from the sharp shards. But I stood still.

I watched the body hit the ground.

Cynthia.

forward, but I raised a hand, stopping them. I

from that height would have meant instant death. But of course, she wasn't. Her legs and arm were

care about her

whisper. I was never one to lose control, but right now, my body

"She's gone."

Gone. Dead.

had stopped Alexander and Kaida earlier. Just like before,

thought you'd taken her, but it turns out you didn't

Taken her?

are you talking

have aided her escape; I'm

There was an instant relief; she might still be alive. But the bigger question. Who had taken her? It could have been someone who wanted to get back at me or maybe someone who

she hadn't escaped on her own?" I asked,

being starved for days, and we

had been the very

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