Kayla
The eggs on my plate had already gone cold, and the toast was completely untouched. I picked up my fork, stabbed at the scrambled mess in front of me, and sighed. My appetite had vanished the moment I’d sat down, replaced by a gnawing frustration that only seemed to grow the longer Nicholas stayed away.
It was breakfast time, and he still hadn’t come home. In fact, no one had seen him all night—none of the servants, and not Jade or Emma. No one knew where he was.
Still, I needed the energy. I took a bite of my cold eggs, chewing absently as my laptop dinged beside me. Another email came into my inbox, another reminder that my pack was barely hanging on without me. Or maybe it was me barely hanging on without them.
I scrolled through the messages, skimming one from Bet
