Auren POV

The glass in my hand had grown warm as I sat alone at the kitchen island, nursing a glass of scotch. I refused to go back to the bedroom until I was sure Lorien had fallen asleep. My thoughts were too tangled, too dangerous, to risk a real conversation with her right now.

I was drawn to her in ways I shouldn’t be. I didn’t want her at least, that’s what I told myself but the thought of her thinking about another man gnawed at me with a jealousy I couldn’t explain. Meanwhile, I ...