Chapter forty-seven:

TALON’s POV I couldn’t shake the feeling, she was here. I saw her, Amelia. I would stake my life on it. The way her amber eyes locked onto mine for that fleeting moment, I felt her presence in every bone of my body. Yet now, it was as if she’d disappeared into thin air. Rosette stood in front of me, with a puzzled look, like I had gone insane. I could feel the lie in her tone, though her words seemed harmless enough. “Charles wasn't here. And like I said before, I was expecting him to come with you.” She said in a firm tone. I stared at her deeply, waiting for her to make a mistake, but she gave nothing away. My wolf growled low in frustration, pacing restlessly inside me. It didn’t add up. I knew what I’d seen and felt. “You’re certain?” I muttered in a cold tone. “No golden-blonde hair, no amber eyes, no one who stood out to you in any way?” Her brows furrowed, as she sighed. “I swear, Talon. No one like that has been here. I don’t know who you’re talking about. What the hell is wron