My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I paced the length of my hotel suite for what felt like the hundredth time, each step carrying the weight of my crown, my responsibility, and this new, raw ache that had carved itself into my chest since Emma disappeared. Three days of knowing her should not have left me this undone, and yet here I was, a king reduced to helpless pacing while somewhere in my city, my mate was in danger.
"They should have found something by now," I growled, running my fingers through my hair. The Golden Compass Hotel sprawled beneath my top-floor suite, and somewhere in its elegant expanse, the trail to Emma had gone cold.
Elijah Maxwell matched my agitation step for step on the opposite side of the room, his green eyes—so like his sister's—dark with worry. His shoulders hu
