Chapter 58

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 fabric. The river rushed through the rocks there, and the cliffs were jagged and full of crags. There were a thousand places for evidence to hide. The sun was setting and it was getting dark, but I didn’t bother to turn on the light. All of a sudden, I seemed to hear a sound from the living area. I got up to check it out but froze as soon as I entered the room. In the dark sat a figure I thought I would never see again. Someone I could not help but recognize instantly, no matter where, no matter when. Her sw