Chapter Thirty-Seven

The days passed agonizingly slow and eventually turned into weeks as he investigated Wynter’s death. He’d flown to Romania three days after the bond had snapped, spoken to Ivan himself, sat in his chambers and he couldn’t find anything. He had never been in Wynter’s room before but even then he couldn’t get a sense of what had happened.

The Elders had taken it hard refusing to let Wynter be replaced. Ryder had looked at the photo of Luciana on Wynter’s office desk, listened to Ivan’s stories about how much Wynter had loved her, how perfect they were for each other.

“He wasn’t in the right frame of mind Sire.” Ivan’s eyes were still red rimmed even after weeks.

“I lost my bonded half Ivan. I know what he must’ve felt. At least I had both my children to live for.”

“We found his car three days after his death, abandoned in Bucharest. We don’t know where he went when he got there or if he ever arrived in Bucharest. There were no hotel bookings and no flight bookings either.”

“Thank you fo