**Ethan‘s POV Thad 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 that I thought I would never see again. Someone I could not help but recognize instantly, no matter where, no matter when. Her sweet scent surrounded me, and she was looking out at the window. I felt as if my heart had stopped beating. Before I knew it, I was standing behind her. “Rosalie?” I whispered hoarsely. “You… you‘re back!” My heart swelled with overwhelming joy and relief as I reached for her hand. But there was nothing for me to grab. “Ethan…” She turned around to face me. Her voice was sweet and gentle as usual, but her face was as pale as paper. “I‘m here to say goodbye…” “What do you mean?” I started to panic, my heart pounding in my ears. “No, not again! Rosalie, come back!” Suddenly, I couldn‘t see her. A roar ripped its way out of my chest. “NO–” I snapped awake, panting heavily. D*mn it!! How had I fallen asleep?! My heart was still racing, and I closed my eyes, trying to slow it down. At that moment, I felt something. It was like a pull, a very gentle pull… like a thin thread tugging on me from a great distance, willing me to go in

that direction, and telling me that I was needed far, far away.copy right hot novel pub