Sheila’s POV

“Nikolai.”

“Nikolai.”

I swung the door of his chambers open to reveal a healthy made bed, the room incessantly cold and my gaze traveled round the room to find any sign of him but he wasn’t in his room.

My stomach dropped. I hate this feeling. Ever since the ugly incident that happened years ago whenever he’s out of reach I get worried and increasingly troubled till I get a hold of my child- not necessarily a child he’s an adult but he’ll forever be my baby. I gave birth to him and nothing will change that fact.

I hurriedly headed to my husband’s chamber, my feelings conflicted...