Andrei’s POV
I tore through the suite like a rabid animal, yanking open closets, checking under the bed, even looking in places too small for even the twins to fit into.
“Natalia!” I shouted, drawing the attention of patrolling guards, who came to stand in the doorway with puzzled expressions. “Natalia!”
There was never a response; this was no prank, no misunderstanding. They weren’t here. They were gone. The room wasn’t disturbed before I arrived—not even so much as a scrap of torn fabric, as if they had simply vanished. Someone may have taken them, but first, I needed proof. Something to give me a lead as to what happened.
It wasn’t until I was on my hands and knees in the doorway, practically pawing at the flagstones with my bare hands, that I saw the blood. It was just a single dro
