Chapter 8

Titus roused earlier than expected and stretched before allowing himself to reach for a remote to turn on one of the many monitors he had lining his bedroom wall. Only one channel interested him. A video feed for a certain room trimmed in gold and white.

An empty room.

But he didn't immediately jump to conclusions. A tentative tug on the link between himself and Adara showed it distant, yet intact.

She lived, she just wasn't here.

Bloody Logan. Titus knew the dog couldn't be trusted. First chance he got, he'd stolen Adara away.

Rising from his bed, Titus ignored his nudity and rang for his manservant. Stefan arrived while he showered, but that didn't stop Titus from questioning him.

"Where is Adara?" Titus asked, rinsing the shampoo from his hair.

"She left with the wolf."

"And you didn't stop them?" Titus snapped.

"I thought your orders were to watch but not interfere with her."