“Where could he have gone?”

Azzurra muttered in irritation as she hurried through the mansion. There was no sign of Alarico anywhere, as if he had vanished into thin air.

She had carefully hidden Marcello’s mark beneath her hair; she still wasn’t sure how people would react once they realized she was his mate.

Following the directions of a maid who claimed to have seen Alarico heading toward the infirmary, she made her way there with Cesario trotting beside her.

The door to ...