CATHERYN POV.
I grit my teeth as I stood in front of the boy’s room again. In one hand, I was balancing a small tray with a bowl of porridge, two slices of toast and a glass of orange juice on it whilst my other hand was resting on the key that was in the door. I didn’t want to go in. For some reason the boy was getting under my skin, and I didn’t like that one bit. Usually, I would just kill those who made me feel that way, but we needed him as leverage, so he was off limits. I turned the key in the lock and reached for the knob and turned to open the door. I narrowed my eyes when the door swung open, and I saw the ruffled but empty bed and I immediately looked behind the door, but he wasn’t there. I grit my teeth and just before I could lose my s**t, the door to the bathroom opened and
