Kaelen's pov

I watched her.

From the shadows of my balcony, where even the moonlight didn't dare to shine, I watched her—that trembling little thing with wild eyes and what's left of her dignity—as she stood frozen in front of the crowd.

The scent of her reached me even here.

Gods.

That scent.

Not quite floral. Not sweet. No, she reeked of rebellion and rain and something far more dangerous, something seductive. Something not human. Not just human.

And it enraged me.

Because I could ...