Perdita awoke in the early light and, to her surprise, realized Caspian hadn’t returned to the bed—nor to the room at all, it seemed. Grabbing her phone off the bedside table, she checked the time. It was nearing five thirty. Threading her fingers through her disheveled hair, she briefly wondered if he had crashed on the patio outside. Getting out of bed, she padded barefoot over to the glass doors and stepped out to check, but the space was empty. It was clear now: he hadn’t come ...