Jackson’s POV

The room was empty. I stood in the middle of the wrecked chamber, breath coming hard, fists clenching so tightly the veins stood out against my skin. Chains dangled loose from the wall where she had been bound, broken, useless. The cot was overturned, the syringe shattered in a corner but she wasn’t there.

My pulse thundered in my ears, heat surging through my body as the truth sank in. Nathan. He’d come. He’d taken her from me.

A roar ripped from my throat, echoing ...