It was a restless night. Sleep would not come, no matter how tightly I wrapped the blanket around myself. Like a second heartbeat, the shadows throbbed beneath my skin, urging, tugging, and whispering. I always saw Korrin's face etched in the mist, his amber eyes shining with hunger, when I closed my eyes.
Gasping, I bounded to my feet. The air was heavy, the silence was too loud, and my chamber felt smaller than before. The voice coiled tighter when I pressed my palms against my temples, hoping it would go away.
The door was rattled by a knock. It opened before I could respond. With a roaring presence, Thorn entered the room. He looked at me, saw the tremor in my hands, saw the wildness in my eyes, and knew without asking if I was okay.
My voice broke as I whispered, "He's pushing hard
