JULIAN’S POV

“What do you mean she’s gone? Who took her?” I asked.

Casperall hurried towards us, her flowy gown moving all around her in her haste. “I can’t reach out to her through our thoughts. Something is wrong.”

I ran a hand through my hair. “Where’s Markavius?”

As if hearing that I was looking for me, Markavius emerged from a set of descending steps and walked towards where the rest of us were waiting. He had escorted the prisoners to the dungeon. “What’s the ...