Third Person POV
Lucian sat on the bed, clutching the letter. He reread it for the hundredth time and then crumpled it up and threw it across the room. He could feel his body trembling with anger. Something was amiss. Something was wrong. Rosalie would never have left him like this. She would rather die than go back home. For once, he could concentrate, instead of feeling like he was floundering underwater. But where could Rosalie have gone? That was the question that was nagging at him. Where in the castle could she be hiding, or… he sucked in a breath, or at least an imitation of one, (being a vampire, he couldn’t actually breathe), was she being held somewhere against her will. The latter seemed the more likely explanation.
He was engaged. For some reason, he had lost control of his
