LIV'S POV

The first thing I noticed was the cold.

It wasn’t a bitter kind of cold, not the type that chilled your bones, but the absence of warmth, his warmth.

My hand stretched across the sheets automatically, eyes still closed, expecting to brush against the firm heat of Kaelon’s chest or tangle my fingers in his hair.

But the space beside me was empty, deserted. The linen was cold as ice. My eyes fluttered open slowly, squinting against the soft gray ...