Nala
It took me only thirty minutes to grow bored of the television. I turned it off in frustration, my mind still swirling with thoughts about Annabel and the refugees.
The worry gnawed at me—where was my sister? Was she safe? Had she found her mate, which had been the reason she ran away in the first place?
The constant noise in my mind was becoming overwhelming, and I knew I needed to quiet it by keeping busy.
“Lilly, where are you?” I linked my maid, needing a distraction.
“In my room, Luna. There isn’t much to do,” she replied, her tone casual, but I could already imagine the amusement in her voice. Lilly always had a mischievous streak.
“Meet me in the servant’s quarters. I want the names of the two maids that worked for Raya,” I said. I could almost hear her laughing through
