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KILLIAN
I paced in front of Drake’s desk.
It had been two days since Lavinia was kidnapped. DuMoir Castle was still in lockdown, every inch of the castle had been searched, and everyone in here had been fully questioned. Shane, the werewolf we had freed when fleeing from the Nightmist witches, had helped me search the grounds outside, but there was no track, no clue, no scent, nothing. It was like Lavinia had vanished into thin air.
“Someone must know something,” I said through gritted teeth. It had been hard to hide my anger and frustration. Honestly, most of the time, I didn’t bother trying to.
“Killian, we’ve been over this.” Seated in his chair, Drake let out a long sigh. He was tired of me; I knew that. I was tired of myself, of this situation. I had to do something!
I halted,
