The small room Seraphina had given me felt like paradise compared to my hiding spot under the stairs. A real bed with clean sheets, a window that let in actual sunlight, and a door I could close. For the first time in six years, I had privacy.

But sleep wouldn’t come.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Arthur’s golden gaze, felt the electricity when he’d touched my shoulders. My mate. The word echoed in my mind over and over again.

“You’re torturing yourself,” Eos whispered ...