38: Frantic captive

Alora’s POV

Two days. Two whole days had passed since I last saw Rune, and the silence gnawed at me from the inside out. Anxiety twisted in my stomach, a heavy knot that tightened with each passing hour.

My thoughts circled endlessly, and I couldn't focus on anything, not even the books that usually transported me to another world.

The absence of his presence was like a phantom ache, a hollow space where I expected him to be. The ache wasn't just physical, it was emotional, too. The kind of tension that made my chest tight and my mind race.

I sat in my room, fidgeting, my nerves frayed. Anger started to burn beneath the surface, creeping up my spine and settling in my veins. I was frustrated with myself for even caring. I shouldn't care that he hadn't come.

Or is he fucking Sienna like she said? The thought made something ugly twist in my guts but I pushed it away. I don’t care. He can have whomsoever he wants as long as I will be satisfied.

I should be grateful for the