“I think you need to see this for yourself, Majesty.”

Dammen frowned as he listened to the report from one of the men he had sent to Zaratan, to investigate the disappearance of Jenny Tompkins.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“At the famous Donaliel Gallery, Ziros. It is owned by Kamran Donaliel.”

“I see,” Dammen replied, still frowning. “I will be there as quick as I can. Maintain your orders.”

“Yay, Ziros.”

The communication ended, and Dammen turned to look over at Casina, who was patiently waiting for him to say something. She was as upset as he was at her friend’s untimely disappearance because it was so unlike Jenny...