Alaric's voice was ice. "We search both. The dungeons and the towers. Every last stone in this cursed castle will be overturned until I find my wife."
Lady Ferys swallowed her anger, and Manni simply gave a small, knowing smile.
The prince's fury was a dangerous thing — but his love for Salviana was even more so.
With a wave of his hand, Alaric stormed from the room. "Move."
The search had only just begun.
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Salviana blinked awake, the first sliver of dawn bleeding through the small window, casting a faint glow across her face.
Shit.
Her head throbbed, and for a moment, she was disoriented — the cold floor beneath her, the stale air, the distant echo of footsteps. Footsteps.
Her heart lurched. Someone was coming.
