CHAPTER 104 Sore, Tired, and Hungry

  Lance's POV

  I paced the room trying to think of who would take Maisie.

  She told me she went to get bread, but I wondered who waited for her, and who knew she was coming.

  I sighed, ruffling my hair in frustration as I thought of the enemies I now inherited from my father.

  Who would have taken her? Who planned this? It made no sense. Why does something like that?

  I knew I now had enemies I inherited, but I didn't expect them to attack Maisie.

  The healer told me she was very lucky, she and the baby were safe, but that didn't mean it would be this way next time.

  "Lance," I ran to Maisie's side when she called, she was still weak, and I was mad at her, though I couldn't stay mad at her for long.

  She always did things without thinking of what others could feel, she thought of saving us not how we'll feel if something happens to her.

  “Yes, Maisie?" She looked up at me with sad eyes and I sighed before kneeling down beside the bed.