Sable's POV
I couldn't shake the image of Corwin's face on that ridge, the way recognition had crashed into him the second our eyes met. Sleep didn't come easy that night, my mind circling the same question over and over: what would he do with what he'd seen?
I finally drifted off sometime past midnight, exhausted enough that my body gave out even with my thoughts still racing.
The pain hit without warning.
It ripped through my chest like something had reached in and squeezed, stealing the air straight out of my lungs. I jolted upright, gasping, both hands flying to my collarbone where the mark sat, burning now, hotter than it had been in weeks.
"What.." My voice came out strangled, barely a whisper in the dark tent.
The ache didn't fade the way it usually did. It kept building, spre
