XanderI slammed my fist against the wall, cracking the wooden paneling.

Dominic raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you?”

“They can’t find her,” I snarled.

I collapsed into my leather chair and rubbed my temples. The rejection ceremony had been weeks ago, and Rebecca’s absence was like a thorn in my side, festering with each passing hour.

[You should have never rejected her,] Zion growled. [She was ours to take.]

“She will be,” I muttered ...