Auren POV
Lorien slammed into me when she returned to our room laughter and Riven’s low voice drifting ahead of her. I caught sight of him bending to kiss the back of her hand just as she opened the door, and something in me tightened like a wire snapping.
I didn’t give her the chance to scold me for leaving her at the ball. I still couldn’t have a calm conversation; reason had fled me. I slipped into my fur and went out onto the balcony to burn off the last of my rage. Hidden low, the Fae shouldn’t be able to see me. It would keep us from tearing into each other tonight both of us needed to clear our heads.
I listened to the sounds of her shower and the soft rustle as she climbed into bed alone. Every few minutes a noise downstairs had me flinching, ready to fight whatever Fae interlop
