Dena fled to her bathroom and hurled the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Bile burned her throat. She'd stabbed Taurian, had tried to kill him. The memory bled from her mind, like spilled ink in water. A fog tinged with terror and grief darkened her thoughts. This wasn't her fault. Was it?

Dena collapsed onto the floor, her tears mixing with her sweat. She needed to find Taurian. Her whole body ached like she'd been through physical hell, and she remembered her actions ...