"H-how come? Where did she go?" She ran toward the torture bed and saw the melted cuffs and the iron board above it. She placed her fingers over it only to retrieve it back immediately, hissing in pain.
Cecilia glanced back at the door that had the dark hand prints on where the lock was supposed to be. The metal lock was melted and no longer in existence.
"Shit!"
Cecilia pulled the door open, clutching the voodoo in one of her hands as she ran through the dungeon corridors furiously and frantically searching for the white head.
The sharp clicks of the polished black leather shoes over the fancy tiled floor and the calm movements of the prince who had suddenly returned after all these years had the maids and the servants who worked on his way stop and ogle at him, whispering of his arrival and his handsomeness. But the intimidating cold look that he passed over a maid and a servant had the rest of them get back to their work.
