The luxurious carpet on the floor was wrinkled and trampled, covered in chaotic footprints. Everything was in total mess as if someone had broken into the place and turned everything over in search of something important.
And more importantly, Aren was gone.
"What is going on?"
Bree grabbed a servant by the collar, her voice sharp with fury. "Where is your young master?"
"I… I don't know…"
The servant was on the verge of tears. "When we brought him here, he was still lying on the bed… I don't know what happened…"
Bree's expression darkened, a deep sense of unease rising in her chest.
She shoved the servant aside and strode into the room, scanning every corner.
No signs of a struggle. No blood. Nothing but disorder.
He had vanished into thin air.
Impossible.
Melanie had told her everything. Aren had been heavily injured, bound by special chains, and drugged with the most potent aphrodisiac of the succubus clan.
There was no way he could have left on his own.
