Chapter Ninety Three

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Nicholas's POV.

I have arrived here, it's been a while. I remain in a fixates state, standing upright. I normalize my breathing, as I am trying to understand what has happened to this premises.

Hillary has told me exactly what happened, but what happened to Anastasia?

I need to find out that one.

He is still hurt, badly enough for him to still be in a comatose state. The sword with which he was attacked has been immersed in not just enough poison so it can penetrate deeply into his skin, but to also leave the wounds un-healing.

When I open my eyes, I narrow them and wander them around. My sense of sight and smell is at work. If Hillary was there, this would be have been easier.

I bend down on the edge of the hillside, staring at the deserted ground. The scents have been ingrained into the ground such that it is hard for one who wasn't a witness of this to smell anything like that.

However, I don't think Hunters are the ones who took Anastasia. The scent is d