CHAPTER SEVENTY

HAZEL

I got to my feet, wanting to call out to him, but the window snapped shut. What was wrong with Darius? Why would he look at me when I wasn't looking, with some kind of mixed emotion, and then act so cold and distant when he had my attention?

What on earth was going through his mind?

I carried my tray, and ran to the kitchen, dropping it before making my way to his study. “He's not in.” The guards said, before I could even get close enough. 

“Then where is he?”

“He didn't tell us anything.” The second replied, and my feet carried me to his...