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.

a hand, stopping them. I walked

would have meant instant death. But of course, she wasn't. Her legs and arm were twisted at odd angles, a dagger embedded in her stomach,

care about her well-being when I

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

"She's gone."

Gone. Dead.

her up and shifted. We reappeared in the same field where I had stopped Alexander and Kaida earlier. Just like before, there wasn't a soul in

but it turns out you

Taken her?

hell are

her escape; I'm quite

her? It could have been someone

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

and we had soldiers all

I remembered how much they'd enjoyed leaving her hungry, and it had been the

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