IRYN'S POV

The silence right now feels louder than Fenric’s yelling from earlier.

It's practically humming in my ears even now, hours later, long after he stormed out and long after Orien left the room like he had messed up big time.

So I'm alone, again, and I hate it.

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed with my fingers still trembling and clenching the silk bed sheets.

My lips are sore, still tingling from the kiss that I hadn’t meant to start.

Goddess, I hadn’t even realized I ...