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One of Thane’s servants stands in the doorway, rubbinghis hands together before clasping them tightly. His eyes dart between us nervously.

“I-I have some information.” His eyes swing to me.

I straighten. “You got in?”

He nods. “I did.”

Yes!

“Got in where?” Lome asks.

“Adir’s stronghold,” I answer. The success alleviates my turbulent emotions. If just for a moment.

After I realized Adir had left the ball, I sent several of my spies to different locations, hoping one of them would find Adir and either confirm he had Darcie or clear his name.

Officially, Eric works for Thane. But when I need an Immortal to search for information while remaining innocuous, Eric is one of my many loyal contacts who never fails to come through.

Two days ago, I sent him to infiltrate Adir’s Turkish home. And he succeeded.

I focus on the male, my heart pounding so hard I fear it will beat out of my chest. “Have you seen the girl?” I can’t say Darcie’s name out loud. My carefully constructed façade of indifference will crack if I speak her name.

“Yes, my lord.” Eric smiles nervously. “Adir moved her from the dungeons this morning.”

Bella sucks in a sharp breath. “A dungeon?”

I’ll kill him.

“How is she?” My hands tremble. I curl them into fists. “Has Adir harmed her?”

“She-uh…” His cheeks redden. “She was well the last I saw her. A little dirty, but, uh—she was in the process of fixing that when I saw her.”

“What do you mean?” Eshe takes a step away from the window. Lome matches her movement.

Eric swallows. “I needed to confirm a visual sighting. I volunteered to deliver food to her room, but she was in the bathroom. I made enough noise so she’d hear me. I–I didn’t know she’d already stepped into the shower.”

My imagination paints a vivid picture of Darcie’s smooth, pale skin glistening with beads of water. Her long blonde hair hangs over exposed shoulders. The top of her towel just barely revealing her perfect brea?—

Enough!

My blood heats in my veins, and a roar crashes in my ears. I shove the distracting images aside.

Now is not the time to lust after the girl, you fool.

“I’m sure Darcie loved that.” Bella chuckles in a half-hearted attempt to dispel Eric’s obvious unease. “The poor thing was probably mortified.”

Eshe huffs with subtle amusement. “Not as mortified as Eric, I bet.”

The poor bastard’s cheeks darken.

“Enough.” I ignore the jealousy ripping through me knowing Eric saw Darcie in that state. I’m as bad as that bitch, Evetta. “What else did you learn?”

“T–there’s not much more. One of the serving girls, Arla, said Adir ordered her to serve them wine. Then…” he trails off and swallows the lump in his throat once more.

Unease coils in the pit of my stomach

“What?” I demand. “What is it?”

He lowers his head, and a shudder travels through his body. “We all heard her scream.”