Nathaniel, freed, rushed out, pulling out his phone. Richard's voice stopped him. "Nathaniel, when you find her, respect her wishes. If she says no, you don't force her."
Pain seared his chest. He didn't want to agree, but he knew his father wouldn't let him go otherwise. He nodded.
On the drive home, Nathaniel called his assistant, ordering a search for Sylvia and her mother, Clara.
The house was pitch-black when he arrived. Flipping on the lights, it still felt hollow, lifeless. Upstairs, in the bedroom, he found Sylvia's half-packed suitcase. She'd left behind everything he and the Skye pack had given her—not a single item taken. She was cutting ties, especially with him.
His heart felt pierced by an invisible blade, each breath laced with agony.
His phone rang. He grabbed it, hope
