Draven POV

“What do you mean she’s disappeared?” I stared down at the crying maid who knelt on the floor and the guard kneeling beside her, “you were supposed to guard and protect her.”

“I just went to get her some food, ” the maid sobbed, tears streaming down her face, “she was gone by the time I got back.

I’m so sorry.”

“And you,” the pen in my hand snapped in two as I turned to the guard, my voice colder than ice, “what’s your excuse?”

He lowered his ...