Ophelia tore through the dimly lit chamber, flinging aside curtains and overturning furniture in a frantic search. Katelyn vanished without a trace.
"How...?" Ophelia hissed through clenched teeth, pacing in tight circles. "She can’t teleport. I bound her myself. How did she break my spell?"
She snatched the scrying orb from its pedestal one last time, pouring her will into it. The glassy surface swirled with shadow and smoke... Then cleared to empty nothingness.
Fury surged hot in her chest. Her fingers tightened around the discarded rope still stained with Katelyn’s blood.
"I still have this," she muttered in a low voice. "Her blood is mine. I can call her back, drag her right through whatever veil they’ve thrown up."
She stormed back to the ritual circle chalked on the stone floor, the candles guttering wildly as she passed. Kneeling, she smeared the rope’s blood across the sigils, chanting some spells.
However, nothing happened. It appeared to her that someone had wrapped Katelyn in a shield far stronger than anything she had anticipated.
"No—no!" Ophelia screamed, and it echoed off the walls. She hurled the rope aside and slammed her fists against the floor. "They have rescued her. This was a perfect chance for trapping Gabriel and Amelie once again, but I lost it!" However, the fire of revenge in her eyes didn’t stop. She decided to look into Amelie’s family. Though they were protected, they could be lured if she tried harder.
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"Kate," Sage burst into the chamber, his voice cracking on her name as he scanned the room in near-panic.
"She hasn’t woken up yet," Zilia said softly, rising from her chair in the drawing room. She offered him a gentle, sympathetic smile. "The Queen is with her now. I’ll let Her Majesty know you’re here."
She crossed to the bedroom door, knocked on the door, then slipped inside.
"Mother," Zilia said, "Sage has arrived."
"Oh, bring him in," Mabel replied without hesitation, her voice steady despite the strain in her eyes.
Zilia stepped back and nodded to Sage. He took a shaky breath, then walked through the doorway and immediately dipped into a deep, respectful bow toward the Queen.
When he straightened, his gaze found Katelyn.
She lay so still against the pillows, her face pale beneath the thick bandage that covered one side. Her wrists, both of them, were wrapped in white gauze. His chest tightened painfully, and a deep ache settled behind his ribs.
He swallowed hard, barely able to speak. "Can I—?"
"Of course," Mabel said at once, her tone warm and maternal as she reached out to briefly touch his arm. "She’s your mate, Sage. Stay as long as you need."
With that, Mabel and Zilia slipped quietly out of the room, leaving Sage alone with Katelyn in the hushed silence.
In the drawing room, Mabel smoothed a hand over her sleeve, taking a steadying breath before turning to Zilia. "Where have the others gone?"
Zilia’s expression was tight, worry still lingering in her eyes. "Noah woke up crying, so Amelie had to rush off to him. The three princes followed Father to the council hall. They’re meeting with the advisors now." She frowned. "This isn’t just a family matter anymore, Mother. What happened to Kate... It’s unacceptable. Anything could have happened to her."
Mabel’s gaze darkened, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. For a moment, she revealed the fury beneath that composure.

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