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Banging on the door, I roused Alle, her personal maid. Blinking the haze of sleepiness from her face, Alle peered at me worriedly, and my heart sank.
It was unlikely that Miri was there.
“Alpha!” the nursemaid gasped, stepping back. “Is everything all right?”
“Is Mirielle in here?” I demanded, brushing by Alle to see myself into Cyndella’s chambers.
“The queen-to-be?” Alle asked, sounding confused. “No, Alpha. I haven’t seen her.”
Although I didn’t think she was lying per se, I didn’t take Alle’s word for it, knowing Cyndella’s feelings on my upcoming marriage, and saw my way to the inner room where my sister remained fast asleep, undoubtedly knocked out by some magical concoction. More concern flooded me. If Cyndella had something to do with Mirielle’s disappearance, she would not be sleeping so soundly, potion or no potion.
“Cyndella!”
There was no response to my call, even as I neared her and laid my hands on her shoulders, shaking her gently. “Cyn, wake up!”
“Alpha, she’s had something to help her sleep…” Alle informed me, confirming what I’d already suspected. “I don’t think—”
“CYNDELLA!”
My sister’s eyes fluttered open, the brilliant emerald of her irises shining in the dim lighting. She gasped silently, fluttering her eyes like I was a nightmare, before an expression of petulance overtook her expression.
“What do you want?” she spat, her anger still evident, even after all these weeks. She was still livid that I had brought Mirielle in and aimed to marry her.
But did she do something to Mirielle? So help me gods…
“Where is Mirielle?”
Blankly, she stared at me. “What?”
“Have you seen her tonight?”
Scorn fell over Cyndella’s face, and she turned over to show me her back. “I have no idea where that scamming gold-digger is,” she muttered. “Did you check the sex club?”
Ire spiked through me at her nonchalance.
“This isn’t a joke, Cyndella! What did you do to her?”
I hadn’t meant to accuse her so openly, but my panic was mounting. It felt as though time was of the essence, and I was wasting it arguing with my sister.
Cyndella flipped back over to gape at me, shock and hurt coloring her face. “You thinkIwould do something to her? I haven’t left my suite in days. Ask Alle!”
I gazed back at the maid, who nodded in agreement. “It’s true, Alpha. She hasn’t gone anywhere. I haven’t seen Miss Mirielle, either.”
Anger overtook Cyndella, and she sat up, folding her arms over her bosom, scowling at me. “She probably left.”
My brow furrowed, and ire pulsated through my veins. “Mirielle wouldn’t leave.”
“Her nameisn’tMirielle!” Cyndella barked at me. “You oblivious fool!”
I sucked in a breath, wishing I hadn’t acted so impulsively. Coming to Cyndella first had been a mistake. Of course, my sister didn’t have the mental capacity to make Mirielle disappear. I wasn’t thinking clearly.
But Endora might.
“Go back to sleep,” I muttered, spinning away.
“Oh, thank you, Alpha,” my sister yipped out sarcastically. “I better do what you order before you have me locked up.”
Grinding my teeth, I resisted the urge to set her straight, to remind her that I had never been the one who wanted to lock her up, but instead, I spun on my heel and retreated to my room to find my phone and call the castle’s enchantress.
