I burst into the room. Where was she? Why would she leave? Unless…she remembered what happened between us in Port Bayton?

I sank onto the edge of her bed, gripping the sheets in my fists. Her faint scent of jasmine lingered on the fabric. That was when I noticed the terrace door was slightly ajar.

Dread knotted my stomach. Or was she kidnapped and in danger again?

I bolted to the door and flung it open, then let out a sigh of relief, laughing at myself for my ...