ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

Gabby was taking too long.

I checked my watch again, though the time meant nothing. It was the feeling—the tight, crawling pressure under my skin that screamed that something wasn’t right.

Did something happen to her? Or did she lose her way?

My instinct leaned toward the former.

Someone had been watching me from the moment I picked her up. They’d followed us here, a steady presence just out of reach, like a breath on the back of my neck.

Whoever they were, they ...