KYLE'S POV
I paced back and forth in my office. My chest heaved up and down with barely controlled rage. Every muscle in my body was tense and anger coursed through my veins like fire.
“Damn it!” I roared, grabbing a vase from the desk and throwing it across the room.
The crash of ceramic shattering against the floor echoed in the room. The door creaked open, and Taylor stepped in.
"Any news?" I snapped at him.
When Taylor first told me Rose had disappeared, I’d immediately ordered a search party. He, along with some of the guards, had been combing through every inch of the territory, but so far, they hadn’t found a trace.
"No," Taylor replied, his jaw clenched. "We’re still searching."
I snatched the glass on my desk and flung it at the wall. The satisfying c***k of it breakin
