Audrey held her head lightly. She didn't want to think about the possibility of a man who was that badly injured running away.
Damien moved towards the place where he had last left the injured man. There was no sign of a struggle. There was no sign that he had been forced to leave. He turned back to her.
"Wait here. I will make inquiries about what happened."
Before he could complete his sentence, someone else came in: Greyson.
He looked at the floor, avoiding Damien's gaze.
"Your Highness," he said in a low voice.
Damien turned to him. "What is it?"
"Your Highness," he repeated. "The captive you asked us to tie up... He's escaped."
"What?" Damien almost screamed.
Audrey froze.
This was the first time she had ever seen him lose his temper.
"What do you mean he escaped? I left him not quite long ago. How could he?"
"The soldier who was in charge of tying him up said he suddenly bit him."
"Bit him?" Damien repeated, as if it were a ridiculous notion. "How?"
