FENRIC'S POV

She’s alone.

I know; I can smell it before I even step into the hall.

There's no Nyall anywhere nearby and no Orien----- just her.

Her scent flows in the air so sweet and dangerous, and I don’t realize how fast I’m walking until I reach the threshold of her room---- our room---- with my fist curled around the frame.

My heart's beating like crazy, and she’s standing by the window again with that same curve in her spine while she gazes out the window, looking up into ...