Tristan's eyes snapped open in the darkness of his cell, his heart hammering against his ribs like war drums. Impossible, yet undeniable - that presence touched his mind once more.
"Gwen?" The name barely crossed his lips, a whisper that even his preternatural senses strained to catch.
Dark, seductive laughter rippled through the fabric of his consciousness. "Miss me, my love?"
The cell doors burst open with a thunderous clang that echoed through the dank passages. The shamans entered in their customary procession, but among them moved Gwendolyn, her emerald eyes blazing with otherworldly fire in the torch-lit gloom.
"What brings you to this pit of despair?" Tristan demanded, struggling mightily to keep his voice steady.
Gwendolyn's musical laughter filled his thoughts once more. "Suc
