The search for Elysia had been quite fruitless and Azreal was so close to ripping someone's head off their body, anytime they got a clue to where she might be, she managed to get away before his guards got there.
Sevastian and a few guards had visited the inn where she had stayed in Graymoore, inquiring about her whereabouts, but the innkeeper revealed nothing that could help their search. Elysia had successfully convinced them all that she was merely a girl seeking to visit a relative.
Now, Sevastian was tasked with searching the neighboring towns to see if she was hiding in any of them. Currently seated in his study, Azrael leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, feet crossed on the table, and fingers tapping lightly on the surface.
