In the morning, I awoke to a blood-curdling scream.
Shooting straight up in bed with a hand placed over my racing heart, I shoved the sheets off and scrambled to my feet. I was still wearing Dorian’s shirt, the oversized fabric hanging nearly to my knees.
Another scream echoed into the room, loud and deep, resembling the one person I had grown accustomed to since arriving at this castle.
My eyes shot to the bed, where Dorian’s spot lay vacant.
Shit.
If I were caught outside of this room without Dorian present, I would inevitably be reprimanded for it. Then again, I’d adventured on my own before when I found him in his study, and I hadn’t been reprimanded for it then. If he were in trouble, surely he wouldn’t expect me to just sit in his room.
My body propelled me towards the doo
