Rhea’s POV

The wind blew gently into the cabin, whistling into the dark. Kieran was asleep, mouth slightly open. His neck twisted gently to the side, exhaustion etched into his features.

I watched from the bed as he laid on the floor. It was freezing, I was sure but I couldn't bring myself to wake him up.

I wanted to climb into his arms and hug him, to believe his words, ignore the sting of betrayal. But the other part, stronger and colder, knew better.

Kael was going to return and ...