Chapter 12

Archer Sinclair's POV

"That's it?" I asked the maid for the last time. "I need any information that you might have noticed."

She sighed, and her shoulders dropped even more. "I am sorry, Lord Archer. She sneaked out really fast, but I know that she was wearing a yellow dress."

A yellow dress.

"Alright," I said. "Go."

The maid curtsied to me and rushed her way outside my door. The poor helper was trembling with my warning, which sounded like a threat.

I looked at Reagan and commanded, "Get Amiel and Damian. We're going to the Pierces."

His eyes went wide again. "Are you sure?"

I eyed him. "When did I ever joke about something like this?"

"Right." Reagan pressed his lips together. "What about Alpha King? He was looking for you."

"That is not what's important for now. When we arrive back, I'll give him what he wants," I declared with a sure tone in my voice.

On my left was Reagan, and on the other side were the twins, Amiel and Damian, while I sat on the comfortable sofa as we waited for