I don’t see Shayla at breakfast, though Liam is there, sitting at the same table he was at before, digging into his eggs and bacon, seemingly without a care in the world.

Despite searching the dining room between bites of the breakfast I have no interest in eating, I don’t see Shayla. Neither do I see Jamison, the man who tried to stop the mating.

“You appear distracted,” Nolan murmurs.

I hesitate about asking him where they are but my fear compels me to.

“I was looking for Shayla and ...