I opened the suite door and found the light already on.
Silver stood in the middle of my room, arms crossed, black dress traded for one of the plain cotton sets from her old life. She hadn't bothered with the robe hanging in her closet. She'd come straight through the connecting door instead of knocking.
Bold.
The fireplace had burned down to low embers, painting the room in soft orange shadows. Moonlight spilled across the floor between us, cutting a pale line through the dark marble and black furniture.
"We need to talk," she said.
"It's midnight."
"I don't care."
Of course she didn't.
I set my jacket over the back of a chair and loosened the top button of my shirt. The meeting with Rowan had lasted longer than expected, and Keal's constant attempts to redirect the conversation t
