The sun was sinking when Katelina woke. She rolled over and brushed Jorick's hair back from his pale, perfect face. Skin that had felt cold to her on other mornings was now the same temperature that she was.

She kissed his lips and drew back to study him. He was beautiful, like a fallen angel, and it made her chest ache. She thought again of what was to come and tried to force her fear down with memories of her promise. She would trust him. She would believe in ...