The moment I stepped into my study, I pulled out my phone and called my head of security.
“Track Elara’s phone. Now.”
He didn’t waste time with questions. “Sir, her phone’s been off since morning.”
I stopped pacing. “Off?”
“Yes, sir. No signal.”
I rubbed my jaw, already moving to my desk. “Fine. Then check every airport, every train station, every bus terminal within a hundred miles. I want every passenger manifest reviewed. Get me answers.”
“Understood.”
Seraphine walked in, cradling Isolde, her voice soft and sweet like she was some angel sent to bless me. “Julian… maybe we should let her go for a while? She’s probably upset, and she needs to heal.”
I shot her a look. “Heal from what?”
She gave a tiny shrug, adjusting Isolde in her arms. “Well… maybe she found out. About… us. About Isolde.”
I leaned back in my chair, scoffing. “She doesn’t know. And even if she did, she wouldn’t last out there. She’s blind, Seraphine. No one’s going to help her. She has no job, no family worth mentioning, no money. Just a plain housewife. She’ll come back.”
Seraphine lowered her gaze, swaying Isolde gently, “Still… I don’t know. She might surprise you.”