=-Dale’s POV=-

The next day, I woke up with a headache. I immediately called Amber but she didn’t seem to hear me, so I went downstairs even though my head felt like it was going to split open from the pain.

When I got to the kitchen, I didn’t see her, and it looked like she didn’t cook anything. When I looked up at the wall clock to check the time, I frowned because it’s already late. It’s almost eight in the morning but she hasn’t shown up in the kitchen yet.

“Amber!” I shouted for her name as soon as I reached the maid’s quarter. “Amber, where are you?”...