The sun is creeping across the bedroom and spilling onto the bed when I wake up. I've slept longer than I meant to. I roll on to my side, looking for Skye. I don't see her immediately and launch myself out of the bed. I search the bedroom, thinking she must've fallen off the bed, but come up empty-handed.
Where the fuck did she go? She wasn't in any condition to leave on her own, but no one would have removed her from the room without my permission.
Heedless of my nudity, I stride into the corridor where Kingston is already standing guard, having relieved our night watchman.
"Skye?" I demand harshly, my heart hammering.
Kingston jerks his head toward the washroom. "In there - "
He continues speaking, but I ignore him, throwing the door to the bathing chamber open.