Chapter 9: Dawn Of Hopelessness
Immediately, Alexander snapped. He roared like a mad dog.
"Where did she go?!" he bellowed. "Where is she!"
His voice echoed through the walls. Within seconds, the entire household woke up. Servants came rushing, confused and frightened. Some held candles, others just stood still in the hallway, rubbing sleep from their eyes.
"WHERE IS SHE!" he shouted again. "I knew something was wrong. The way she stood, so calm, so composed like she had nothing to lose!"
No one replied.
"Speak!" he barked. "Where is Lady Lydia?"
The servants looked down at their feet. No one dared to speak. Daria stood quietly beside Galina, her hands shaking slightly. She could feel it coming.
Alexander picked up a vase from the table and flung it at the wall. It missed by inches.
"I said—" he turned, eyes wild, "—where is she?!"
Still, silence.
Then suddenly, he grabbed another vase—this one heavier—and threw it straight at Galina. It hit her on the side of her forehead. She let out a short cry and fell to her knees, her hand on the bleeding wound.