Calla’s POV

Sleep came in broken pieces, filled with strange dreams about golden eyes and sounds that seemed impossible for any human to make. When I finally woke up, sunlight flooded the room through windows I didn't remember opening. My body felt weighed down by a deep, persistent tiredness. The sheets still smelled like Kane—like leather and wildness, with a hint of something that made my heart ache for reasons I couldn't explain.

Kane hadn't come back. I had been listening for him, ...