King of the Cursed

(Ezra's disappearance)

Dargan's POV

I sat back on my desk, my head in my palms reminiscing over the scene that happened minutes ago.

“Anabelle!” The chair scoots backwards with a hard force and falls to the floor as I march with haughty steps out of the library to my Chambers. I could smell her in the air and with a hard kick jumped into the room.

She was wiping out the tears leaking on her cheek. She doesn't deserve to shed a year after taking care of me which I hate to admit I took pride in that someone cared for me even a little. What...