Chapter 17.

Hazel walked into the mansion, ignoring the greetings from the guards and a few maids setting the dining table. Her heart twisted with worry—something bad might have happened to Armstrong. She had called him countless times throughout the day, but there had been no answer.

She took the stairs quickly, her pulse racing, and disappeared into her room.

After a quick shower, she changed into a simple outfit and curled up under her duvet, clutching her phone tightly. The ...