SERA

I didn't sleep. I lay in bed with my arms crossed over my chest and stared at the ceiling and let the anger harden into something useful.

By morning I had a plan. It wasn't a good plan, exactly. It was more of a detonation. But I was done being careful, done tiptoeing through this house like a guest in my own marriage, done pretending that the woman who'd smeared her dead friend's perfume on my skin was anything other than a threat.

I found Kael in his study at nine in the morning. He ...