Donovan’s heart raced as he exited the ballroom in search of his troublesome fiancée. He didn’t want to believe anything bad happened to her, as his Uncle, Owen, the scheming bastard wasn’t always the most honest. And this might just as well be a ruse to make him all worried and panicky for the laughs of the sick man.
But still, even as he tried to reassure himself of that, something deep in his gut told him that something was off. He’d asked around the room, discreetly of course not to arouse concern, and he’d garnered that the last time anyone saw Alexia was about 15 minutes ago, and she claimed to have been on her way to the powder room. But 15 minutes was too long a time, and others were beginning to notice her absence.
Donovan searched around the hallway in search of the security te
