The school grounds were crawling with guards, their boots crunching gravel and their voices low as they checked the last corners of the campus. One by one, they returned to Bruce, their faces drawn with unease.

“Your Highness,” one of the guards reported, bowing his head, “we’ve searched everywhere: classrooms, halls, gymnasium, training fields, even the abandoned gate. She is nowhere to be found.”

Bruce’s chest tightened. Nowhere to be found.

He clenched his jaw as his mind began ...