"Where has Rosalind gone off to?" Ashton grumbled as he climbed out of bed.

"Who cares? The woman is trouble." Charles tried to shove Ash back onto the bed when he swayed unsteadily.

There was a fuzziness in his head he couldn't shake. He needed to see Rosalind. Something in his gut clenched, a primal warning sign that something was wrong.

"Let me up. I need to find her." He struggled against the blankets and his friend's hands. He wasn't going to admit to his ...