"Uh…" David stared at the thick smear of blood-tinged wine slowly creeping onto the carpet beneath the door.
His breath caught. The chill in his chest arrived faster than thought.
Liam's in danger.
The realization slammed into him with such urgency that his body moved before the thought even finished. He spun on his heels and ran—boots hammering against the carpet.
He slipped nearly crashing onto the floor due to the wetness of the carpet, only placing his hands onto the floor, before his nose touched the ground.
"Knight Malik. Knight Malik…!" He shouted as he ran back to the eastern corridor where he last saw the Knight with the Baron.
But as he arrived, the only thing he could see within the halls was a fly.
It was quiet, there was not even a servant in sight.
And Malik was nowhere to be seen.
David skidded at a turn, trying to think. 'Where would Malik go?'
His head snapped toward the building west of him.
