Chapter 58

Syria’s POV

He’s so unbelievably stupid.

I didn’t waste any time.

I turned and rushed toward the door.

There were guards posted right near the entrance. For a split second, panic shot through me like a knife. But I managed to duck behind the wall just in time, pressing my back hard against the cold stone as I listened to them speaking.

“Make sure Lady Syria doesn’t escape,” one of them ordered in a low, firm voice.

“Sir Steven was very clear about that.”

“Yes, sir,” the others replied in unison.

Uncle’s wolf guards.

I had to find Grandma. I needed to see with my own eyes that she was safe, that she was still breathing!

As I crept through the dim hallway, I felt a tight, cold knot in my chest.

When I finally reached the place he said Grandma would be, my stomach dropped.

The bed was empty.

I stared at the neatly folded sheets and the untouched pillow.

My whole body began to shake.

My hands flew to my mouth as a dry, strangled sound tore out of my throat.

“W-Where is she?!”

I whispered