**Madalynn’s POV

“Behar, it’s late. Why don’t we go to bed?” My mate was checking the map at the desk. I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind.

He moved my arms away a bit harshly. “Not now.”

His tone wasn’t as sweet as a couple days ago. I clenched my fists. It was all Rosalie’s fault! That b*tch…

“We almost had them,” Behar’s gaze landed at a spot on the map where we had trapped Rosalie and Ethan a couple of days ago. ...