CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

It was a cycle that kept on happening over and over again.  

Voices made him frozen to the ground. He heard the voices but was unable to see who was talking. The voices were coming from a room. His mother and someone he didn’t recognize were having a discussion. 

“Have you checked that old tower well again?” His mother’s voice was harsh.

She was always harsh but never to him. He had seen his mother act cruel and wicked to other people but never to him, unless they were having a dispute. 

“Yes, your highness but we did not find Angela and her friends.”

Angela? Who is Angela? The name was sweet and melodious. It was the name of someone that had to be very beautiful. He imagined how she would look, pretty and amazing.  

“There has to be something. I need to find that brat and kill her!”

His heart gripped in fear. He felt as if he was being dunked in hot lava. K