= Mikael =
The first thing after I stepped out of my cabin was give Lorne an order I never liked giving—one without a clear end.
“Find out who took her,” I told him, my voice low enough that the guards lining the corridor wouldn’t hear. “Not guesses. Not theories. I want names.”
Lorne’s jaw tightened. He didn’t question me. He never did when my tone turned like that.
“It won’t be quick,” he said honestly. “Whoever planned this knew how to disappear.”
“I don’t care how long it takes,” I replied. “Just don’t miss a single thread.”
He nodded once and turned away, already shifting into the mindset of a hunter. Watching him go didn’t ease the coil of rage in my chest. If anything, it made it worse. Because while Lorne chased shadows, I was expected to smile and host tonight's…party.
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