Auren POV

Lorien slammed into me when she returned to our room laughter and Riven’s low voice drifting ahead of her. I caught sight of him bending to kiss the back of her hand just as she opened the door, and something in me tightened like a wire snapping.

I didn’t give her the chance to scold me for leaving her at the ball. I still couldn’t have a calm conversation; reason had fled me. I slipped into my fur and went out onto the balcony to burn off the last of my rage. Hidden low, the ...