John's POV:
In his bedroom
I couldn't sleep after that meeting we had with the council. I was really worried about Syria. Where the hell was she?
Are we going to do nothing but wait until we have no choice but to get married to that white-faced princess?
"No, I can't do this," I jumped out of my bed and marched straight to Fred's office.
"When I get to his door, I'm going to bang it to show how angry I am," I muttered as it took me a few seconds to reach Fred's door.
I was about to bang as planned, but when I thought about what Fred's expression would be when he saw me—his cold expression—it instantly cooled down my anger.
"Fred," I called his name softly as I knocked on the door.
"Come in," he said.
I pushed the door open as it creaked.
His eyes were on his documents, not even sparing me a glance for a few seconds. Then he raised his head, his gaze scanning me slightly like he could read my mind. "I knew you would come. What do you want?" he asked.
