He moved through the shadows of the gardens. He stayed hidden, his boots making no sound on the ground as he moved. Every muscle in his body felt tight as he was pulled toward the garden like a needle to a magnet.
That was when he saw her.
Rhea was walking slowly among the dead flowers and she looked so small it hurt to look at her. Caden stopped behind a stone pillar and gripped the cold rock.
He didn't want to move or even breathe.
He just wanted to watch her.
The feeling in his gut was heavy. It wasn't just a want; it was a desperate need that made his head spin.
Caden’s mind went back to that night in his room. He remembered the exact moment he reached the door.
He hadn't seen her yet, but he knew she was there. Her scent was everywhere, calling and pulling him. It was sweet
