It was early evening and Ember was home by herself drinking a cup of chamomile tea to calm her heart that hadn't stopped pounding since yesterday.

Donovan Reign had come to Bucharest, she was sure of it.

Adrian had been trying fruitlessly to convince her that it might just be a coincidence, but Ember knew that he didn't believe his own words. It was clear that Adrian didn't want her running off hunting Donovan down. ...