Winter’s POV

“Our wedding has been shifted to a month from now,” Fadel said, his voice calm as he moved toward the balcony like he planned to jump straight off it again.

I practically lunged after him. “What? Why?”

He turned his head slightly, those obsidian eyes empty and unreadable. “Because the shaman said so.”

“That doesn’t explain anything. I’m supposed to go back and prepare for our wedding!” The frustration cracked through my voice before I could hide it. My pulse ...