Lucian's POV.

“What?” I growled.

I grabbed a wine glass on the table and hurled it across the room. It struck the maid squarely before clattering to the ground, but I didn’t care. My blood was boiling too hot to care.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” I roared.

The maid trembled, her hands pressed against her bleeding arm where the glass had cut her.

“Sh-she’s nowhere to be seen, my lord. She wasn’t in her room… she’s nowhere in the house.”

“Nowhere to be seen?” My voice cracked with fury. “She was in her room! I left for a few hours, just a few hours! And I return to...