"Where did he go now?" Lord Jethro murmured, his hand sweeping slowly across his face. For the first time, he looked truly disoriented.
He had been feeling disoriented since that morning, ever since everything began to unravel, but now it showed clearly on his face, in his posture, in the way he stood still as if unsure of his surroundings.
He took his phone from his pocket and called the manager, and the answer came quickly, and with it came the information that Grey had left earlier.
For a brief moment, Lord Jethro wished he had given Grey a rule that forbade him from leaving the imperial palace once he was in there.
The thought surfaced suddenly, but it faded just as quickly, because there had been no reason to forbid him.
"You said there is a faint trace of that drug in me?" Lord Jethro asked, turning toward the doctor. The man still looked stunned, his expression tense, as though he had not yet processed where he was or who he was standing beside.
