Conaan's eyes fluttered open and he gave a a small sigh, his hand coming to gently massage his head. Most of the pains were gone and apart from the ravishing, almost bloodthirsty hunger he felt, he felt almost back to his normal self.

"Brandon?"

He propped himself up as he waited for an answer, but very unlike his trusty friend, no answer came. His brows furrowed as he looked around.

Eleanor had been here, but she wasn't anymore. The tray of untouched food was there, but not his Queen. Without bothering to grab a robe for his upper body, he walked out of the room towards the door, then opened...