CLAUDE
NO ONE STOPPED me when I left the room.
No one questioned me when I wandered through the massive house, and no one tried to keep me from moving freely. If anything, they moved when they saw me, their dark eyes flicking away, their shoulders stiffening.
Those men dressed in black, all carrying weapons.
It only made one thing clearer—I had been wrong about Nikolai. Again.
It had been three days.
Three days of roaming through endless hallways, searching for him in every corner, following my nose, trying to scent him out. But it was impossible.
He was hiding from me. Deliberately ignoring me.
And for the past three days, I’d been fed like a starved man. The maid bringing in meals three times a day, plates stacked with enough food to feed four men, but I barely tou
