"Make sure she gets this one," I hastily stuff my letter into an envelope, worried that this letter will not reach Jude.

The crease between my brows deepen as I pass my letter to the Bomb. She sighs and leaves the room.

As soon as she leaves, my heart drops to the pit of my stomach, and sweat quickly drenches me.

Six months have gone by.. and so much has changed. I'm starting to worry about Jude.

Oak and Vivi have also been nowhere to be seen. And Jude is probably with them.

My lashes grazes my cheek as my eyes close, a stray tear dripping down my face.

I suck in a breath as I realise that.. she may be dead.

I let out a primal howl as I bang my fist on the wall in frustration.

WHY DIDN'T JUDE JUST GET IT? WHY DID I HAVE TO EXILE HER? WHY DID I.. HAVE TO BE A STUPID FOOL?

My pride is dented, my heart aches, my hunger for Jude is restless.

And worst of all.. the worst change of all.. my greatest mistake of all..

Was making Nicasia my seneschal.