CHAPTER 20
Alice bolted through the corridors like her pants were on fire. As if she was being chased by hyenas. Her skirt swishing. Heart thundering in her chest. She ran down the stairs and almost stumbled on one of the steps, but she quickly held on to the railing.
She saw Butler Jones's back, who was on a phone.
"Butler Jones!" She called.
"Yes. 1:30 in the afternoon is fine." He said to the other line and turned around to Alice, who looked frantic as her face flushed with concern. Or this girl was just being dramatic again. "We'll be there. Thank you." He ended the call and put down his phone.
"Butler Jones." Alice stopped a few feet away from him.
"What is it? Is something on fire?" He evenly asked, but there was a bit of irritation in his expression.
"She's gone." She blurted instantly.
"Gone? Who?" His eyes twitched.
"That crazy knight. Miss Diandra." Alice was stomping on the floor like a child.
His brows furrowed. "Are you sure?"
