Before Val even had a second to think, his legs were already moving. The rage that had been building inside him all night was now a burning fire, and it was pulling him toward the source of his anger. He moved with the silent, dangerous grace of a predator. He threw open the door to his suite, and there she was.

She was standing in the hallway, a small, still figure between two of his guards. Her scent was the first thing that hit him. But it was not only her scent this time. It was mixed with ...