The moonlight filtered through the window of the guest chamber where I lay, restless. My thoughts tossed like waves caught between everything I’d seen, heard, and felt since returning from the hybrid throne.

Henry’s voice haunted my memory. His touch lingered on my skin. But it wasn’t just love I felt… It was uncertain.

He was hiding something.

I didn’t want to believe it, but the signs had been growing louder since the night of the throne’s awakening.

His avoidance of ...