Chapter 66

Darius’s POV

“She probably ran away. I don’t get what the fuss is about.”

I tried not to show how much I was wrecking inside. Who took her? What did they want? Did she run away? It was driving me insane.

Etan’s call came in. Not wanting to appear too eager, I took a second before answering.

His voice came from the other end. “There are scratch marks on the wall from her trying to fight back. She was definitely taken.”

“Any leads?”

“Not yet, but I’m looking.”

My thoughts ran wild.

“You can always get another blood bag. There’s nothing special about Fallon.” Isabelle’s constant talking and blaring thoughts of joy were annoying me.

“Why did you take her with you? She’s a blood bag, not your personal maid,” it came out ruder and harsher than I intended. Her face turned red in anger, and a thought slipped.

“What did you do?” I barked at her, losing every bit of self-control.

She went into a rage rant, “You think I c