Klaus's POV
The messenger's head rolled across the marble floor, blood pooling beneath my boots.
"Anyone else have bad news for me today?" I snarled at the remaining soldiers cowering in my throne room.
Silence. Good.
Three weeks. Three damn weeks since Penelope escaped with my children, and every lead had turned into smoke. My best trackers were dead. My spies had vanished. Even the rogues I'd hired were too scared to venture into the neutral lands where she'd disappeared.
"Sir," Captain Morris stepped forward, trembling. "We received word from the eastern border. The witch Seraphina was spotted near Moonfall Creek."
My pulse quickened. The old witch had been helping supernatural outcasts for decades. If anyone knew where Penelope was hiding, it would be her.
"Gather fifty men," I commanded. "We leave within the hour."
"But sir, your father requested.."
