Chapter 68. The Prince’s Ultimatum

Ethan POV

The anguish in my heart begins to intensify, rising in relentless waves that consume my soul. The sense of impending doom surrounding Anastasia dominates my thoughts, and I feel anxiety, fear, and uncertainty corroding every fragment of my sanity.

"I knew we shouldn't have let her go like that, I knew it!" Fang comments angrily and worriedly in my mind, his voice reverberating with a mix of frustration and dread.

I pace agitatedly through my office, unable to find a moment of peace. The environment around me is a chaotic representation of my mind: books and papers scattered haphazardly, the dim light from the desk lamp casting flickering shadows on the shelves lining the walls. Each passing second feels like an eternity as I wait, with growing hopelessness, for my most trained soldiers to track down the car that took Anastasia. It's been twenty-four hours since she left, and the anguish that she's in danger doesn't dissipate.