LENA’S POV

Pacing around didn’t help, not even a little.

I’d already proven that to myself five minutes in, but my legs didn’t care. They kept moving anyway like maybe it might magically open a door.

I stopped near the window as I felt it.

My bond stirred up again, Adrian was close by.

It felt like a reminder I hadn’t asked for and couldn’t ignore.

“I didn’t choose this,” I muttered.

The bond, Ironclaw, Adrian… none of it.

Just then, a soft knock sounded at the ...