It was late. Sage treaded through the hall with light footsteps, her cloak helping to keep her hidden in the shadows. She didn’t know where she was headed but the urgency in her chest had her nearly running as she moved through the corridors. She needed to clear her mind, needed to walk off her thoughts.

Caspian came from the night, stopping her dead in her tracks, eyes shining their marvelous purple.

“Witch,” he said, his voice a growl.

He came ...