Ethan’s POV

I had two hours before I met with Talon later tonight. Walking into the bedroom, I sank down on the bed, falling backward and staring up at the ceiling, willing my mind to go blank.

During the day, it was easy enough. There was plenty to do, especially with the conflicts heating up along the border. I could focus my rage on the enemy.

But now...

It had been more than three days. Despite all of my men’s efforts, we had found no trace of Rosalie’s body—not even a scrap of ...