missing

DON'S POV

I sat down on my office chair in my study and Butler Roy stood beside me as I wiped the blood off my wrists with the handkerchief he had handed to me earlier.

It had been hours since I left Accalia with Luca watching after her. My mind drifted back to Accalia's best friend, Bentley, and for some weird reason, she looked very familiar. Not familiar in the sense of me seeing her pictures when I had carried out a background search on Accalia but familiar in the sense that she looked awfully familiar, like I had seen her somewhere or maybe she looked so much like someone I once came across.

“Is the master perhaps worried about the young miss?” Butler Roy asked, it seemed that he had noticed how deep in thoughts I was.

"Don't be ridiculous, Roy," I snapped, my tone dripping icy. "I'm not worried about her. I was just... thinking."

"But of course, sir," Roy replied with a smirk, his sarcasm dripping like honey. "Because it's completely normal for the master of the house to be sit