Where is she...?

Thanks to the motivation they all had, the men were able to finish their work quickly and were back on their way to the capital.

"If you clench your hands harder than that, it still won't make us arrive any faster," Lyonne told Azriel who was anxiously clenching the reigns on Storm with his fists till the point where his knuckles were as white as a sheet. 

"I know," Azriel sighed, "I just need to make sure she's okay before I can relax."

Even though the discovery of Xarbalte in their midst made him preoccupied, the thought of Dahlia never left his mind even for a second, and the closer they got to the castle, the more restless he was getting. Even though he was too scared to admit it, Azriel knew something was wrong with her and he could feel it.

After a long and dreadful ride, the entourage finally arrived at the castle. The moment the gates opened up, Azriel wasted no time and nearly fell off his horse as he rushed to get to Dahlia.