Kaelen entered the room quietly, his steps soundless against the cold stone floor. The torches had burned low, their light dim and flickering across Selene’s sleeping face. She lay still, her breathing soft and even, strands of hair spread over the pillow. For a long moment, he just stood there, watching her.

His jaw tightened, and he ran a hand down his face, exhausted.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.

He turned away, pacing once before stopping in front of the covered ...