Alex pov.

For days now, I haven't laid eyes on Sierra (which was actually a good thing). I glide through my castle with a sense of pride, knowing that soon all of this will be mine.

The past few days have left me astounded. William hasn't driven me away or uttered a single complaint about Sierra. The thought of her has not crossed his lips.

I close my eyes, and a cool breeze gently passes through me, bestowing upon me a profound sense of calm and relaxation.

If Sierra hasn't returned yet, does it mean she might have gone with Henry?

Confusion engulfs me, and I struggle to discern my...