Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Natasha’s POV

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“Today was worse than usual,” Lucy continued. “He was angry about something. I don’t know what. But he took it out on me. Fucked me

harder. Choked me longer. I blacked out early this time. And when I woke up-” She gestured vaguely at the room around us. -you were

here.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said. The words felt inadequate. Meaningless. “I’m so sorry, Lucy.”

She shook her head. “It’s not your fault. This is just-this is just life here. For people like us.”

We sat in silence for a moment.

Then I had to ask.

“Lucy. My sister. Davelina. Have you seen her? Do you know where she is?”

Lucy’s expression shifted. Became worried. Guilty.

“I was trying to find her,” she said. “That’s actually why I went out today. To search for her. To see if anyone knew where she was.”

“And?” My heart hammered. “Did you find anything?”

“No.” Lucy’s voice was heavy with frustration and regret. “The last time I saw her was right after you passed out. We were both here,

taking care of you. She said she needed to get something-medicine or supplies, I can’t remember exactly. She left and-”

“And never came back.”

“No.” Lucy looked down at her hands. “I’ve been searching for her ever since. Asking other slaves. Checking the places where new arrivals

are usually kept. But no one knows anything. Or if they do, they’re not saying.”

My stomach dropped like a stone.

Where is she? What happened to her?

“Maybe” Lucy started hesitantly. “Maybe she found a way to escape. Maybe she got off the island somehow and-”

“No.” I shook my head firmly. “She wouldn’t leave without me. She’d never abandon me like that.”

But even as I said it, a tiny seed of doubt planted itself in my mind.

Would she? If she thought I was dying? If she had a chance to save herself?

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No. No, Davelina would never. She came here to save me. She wouldn’t just leave.

“We’ll keep looking,” Lucy said, squeezing my hand. “Both of us. We’ll find her. I promise.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

Please be alive, Davelina. Please be safe. Please.

The next several days blurred together in a fog of fear and routine.

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I threw myself into my duties as a slave-cleaning floors, carrying water, fetching supplies, doing whatever menial tasks were assigned to

1. I kept my head down, avoided eye contact, tried to be as invisible as possible.

Every moment, I expected Brennan to find me. To make good on his threat to track me down and finish what he’d started. But I never saw

him. Not once.

Maybe Roderic really did warn him off. Or maybe he just found some other victim to torment.

Lucy recovered slowly. The bruises on her throat faded from black to purple to yellow-green over the course of several days. She could

walk without help after the second day, though she still moved carefully, stiffly, like everything hurt.

And every few days, Roderic would summon her.

She never told me the details of what happened during those summons. But she always came back with new marks. New bruises.

Sometimes she could barely walk. Sometimes she’d just curl up on her cot and stare at nothing for hours.

I tried to help where I could. Brought her water. Helped her change her bandages. Sat with her in silence when words felt useless.

We’re both surviving. That’s all either of us can do.

I searched for Davelina whenever I had a spare moment. Asked other slaves if they’d seen a tall blonde woman. Checked storage rooms and servant quarters. Listened to every conversation I could, hoping to overhear something-anything-that might tell me where she was.

Nothing.

It was like she’d simply vanished into thin air.

Where are you, Davelina? Are you even still alive?

The question haunted me. But I couldn’t afford to dwell on it. Couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not when I needed all my energy just to survive each day.

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Chapter 58

On the fifth day, I overheard something interesting.

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