Althea’s heart hammered in her chest. She had been pacing back and forth in her room for almost ten minutes, debating whether to tell Gavriel or keep quiet about her earlier conversation with Zander.

She pressed her palms together, trying to calm the turmoil in her chest but she was too late.

[What’s wrong?]

Gavriel’s voice came through their bond. Althea froze. She had forgotten to put up a wall around her emotions. Of course he felt her uneasiness. Of course he sensed every tremor of ...