89. She is not my...

Her big, gorgeous eyes were filled with tears. Her delicate, pink lips were pursed tightly. Her skin was pallid and tense. She was worried about him.

"Where has Vrinda gone?" She asked one more.

After releasing her from his grip, Darius Simard turned back with his tightened. Jane Dover felt uneasy when she saw his muscular back. She clenched her fists and swallowed her dread beneath her constricted throat. Her heart was racing as if she was about to hear something unpleasant.

"Darius, what's the matter?" She inquired, her voice was shaking.

Darius Simard paused for a moment to reflect. He had no idea how to communicate this to her. Should he tell her the truth or keep it hidden? Just suddenly, a glimmer of hope appeared in his dark eyes. He became immobile. His narrowed gaze widened and he looked at her maintaining a steady glance on his wife.

"Go to the castle. I need to get somewhere." His voice was cold.