GELLER'S POV
I searched through Emory's room in Knox and Quinn's apartment, hoping to find any clue as to where she might have gone. Most of her belongings remained untouched. She had only taken a few things with her.
She had even left her cellphone behind. No way to reach her. No way to track her. She had cut herself off completely.
I turned my gaze to her study table. Two bouquets of flowers sat atop it—one of them, the pink tulips, were from me, carefully placed in a vase. My fingers brushed over the petals before my eyes landed on the second bouquet, the red roses.
I picked them up, feeling a rush of irritation. Flipping over the attached card, I read the name scrawled across it.
Prince Cassius.
Annoyance flared in my chest. Without a second thought, I tossed the roses into the t
