Cassius was pacing the narrow walkway between Kit’s interior chamber and the antechamber and had been for several hours. So far, there’d been no word as to where Kit might be, and Eli had yet to make it back to the castle, as far as he knew. Unless he’d been intercepted. He prayed he’d scramble through the tunnel any minute because Cassius didn’t know precisely what they needed to do to find Kit; neither did Avinia, who’d done her best to try to locate the princess and now sat slumped on the settee leaning on Isla’s shoulder. Seph, Jate, Danyen, and Reeve were also there, sitting on the floor, while Landon and Drake were out making inquiries. Wherever Kit was, she wasn’t safe.
“Maybe we should go over what we do know again,” Seph offered, wringing her hands as she spoke.
“We don’t know anything. Only that her mother requested her presence this morning, and she never came back.” Cassius didn’t stop his pacing to answer the question.
