“Wait.”

Swan’s voice cut through the silence, her eyes narrowing as she reached into the pit. When she straightened, she held something between her fingers. A single strand of hair.

Thick. Long. Black.

Jayden’s breath hitched. He would recognize that hair anywhere.

*Rose.*

His jaw clenched. She had been here. *She took him.*

“She has every right to take his body with her,” he murmured, voice tight.

But deep down, something twisted inside ...