I rapidly get out of my mental funk. Using the number of warriors I brought from Golden Iris, I start searching the entire area.

We quickly came to the conclusion that my mate's kidnapper had fled in a car. The parking area directly below the room is where Rosy's scent ends.

I approach the receptionist to inquire about who else made a reservation for the same day the three women did. She is human, and her cunning behavior is obvious from her body language.

"Sorry, Sir, but we don't share information like that. We maintain the confidentiality of customer information," she declares, fluttering her eyelids. I know people like this...