Chapter 40 | Father

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( POV: RAZE AEDEN RAVIA )

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( POV: RAZE AEDEN RAVIA )

!! TW: VIOLENCE, DOMESTIC ABUSE !!

"Your highness, you need to stay-"

"I'm not staying anywhere. Where the fuck is she?"

My guards, who have been running after Laurent and me, are trying to bring me to safety.

"Her highness wasn't alone. She's surrounded by guards at all times, they're making sure that she's safe just as we are making sure that you are."

She's right but I don't give a fuck.

Just as I was about to scramble through the hallway I see Arcane.

He's running down the stairs, he's fast but he stops when he sees me. Arc growls, biting down on my pants. Not my leg, my pants. He wants me to follow him.

"Good boy, Arc. Take me to her."

I rush after him, up the breaking stairs and I hear the guards cursing at me in their heads. I know me going up here is bad because the stairs are breaking and I'm putting extra unnecessary weight on top of them.

Fallon isn't in our suite then because Arcane is leading me somewhere else. He's leading me to- the fucking library!

There are large pieces of the ceiling that seem to be broken down, they're nearly blocking the entry of the library. Luckily, not completely and I can move the rocks and run in.

Arcane is running too and he can obviously smell her so I follow him. The inside of the library doesn't seem that damaged, a few books are clattered onto the ground, the chandelier is on the ground too but besides that, it's pretty intact.

"Fal?! Fal! Darling, scream and I'll find you."

Not a single hearable sound is being made. Besides the crumbs falling from the sky like snowflakes, the library is quiet. Though I suppose it always is. At least it used to be.

It was one of the places I used to hide from Balor. Not that it mattered. He always found me and dragged me to that god-awful room. I haven't visited that room ever since the last time he almost killed me. What I wouldn't do to be there again. To outplay him in his own game.

I'm trying to focus on what I'm hearing instead of what I'm seeing. Because the sight in front of me is less worrisome than the fact that I can't hear Fallon-

"I'm he- fuck." I hear Fallon curse. The fast rhythm of my heart doesn't slow when I hear her angelic voice, it fastens, as does my running.

She could be fucking hurt. Maybe a bookcase fell on top of her! Maybe she's fucking bleeding and dying while I'm searching for her.

I round the corner to where a bookcase is broken on the ground only to find Fallon in an odd position.

I can feel the tension leave my body but I'm still too confused by the sight in front of me.

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