Standing before the empty bed, Ren froze.
"He's not here!" he turned, eyes wide.
Zayden's brows furrowed, unwilling to trust the servant's words. He stepped closer to the bed, his gaze narrowing.
"He might have gone somewhere—"
Just then, thunder roared, a sharp flash of light cutting through the storm outside.
"Where would he go on such a night, My Lord? He's not the kind to vanish without a word."
Zayden glanced at Ren, then let out a quiet sigh.
"You sound like a worried mother right now."
Ren's frown deepened. This was no time for such jests—his chest throbbed with fear.
Rain poured outside, the sound stretching like an endless veil.
"Calm down, attendant. He is fine. No need to act like a mother."
Ren's frown darkened at Zayden's words. He hated it—being compared to something so foolish.
A mother?
Was that how little Zayden saw him?
His chest tightened, anger and fear twisting together, yet he bit back the words threatening to escape. Now wasn't the time.
