Eleanor kept her mouth tightened and clenched her fists in a silent murmur not to infuriate him.
Luckily, she managed to send Cole away moments before, or she would have been in big trouble already.
But then…
"Where is Missy?" Thomas asked suddenly, his voice sharp as a blade, cutting through her skin.
Eleanor's breath caught in her throat and her knees weakened.
"S-she… I sent her on an errand at the market," she answered, her voice barely steady.
Thomas turned to his men.
"Find the personal maid, Missy. Search the entire palace. She may not be alone. Alert the gate.
"No one leaves, no matter their status," he orders.
Some of the guards saluted and hurried off to carry out the command.
Eleanor's legs gave way, and she collapsed into a chair, biting her nails, her mind spinning with panic.
Thomas's eyes narrowed as he looked at her, reading every flicker of emotion on her face.
He stepped closer.
"I would be leaving for now. But when I find him," he said slowly,
