Karl's POV.

Moonlight filtered through the trees. The light scattered silver across the cracked tiles. My thoughts circled Mira. I perceived her scent, I saw her eyes with my inner eyes, I remembered the way she’d looked at me tonight, it haunted me.

A soft rustle made me turn. “You feel the unrest,” a calm voice said. I froze. Not many dared enter my private garden uninvited. My hand went to the hilt at my side. Something about this presence wasn’t threatening. It was ...