Orion paced the length of his study, boots striking the stone in a relentless rhythm, the fury in his chest had been simmering since he'd returned from Clan Seven.
His mind was a storm; there were too many pieces on the board, too much blood on the ground, and no clear way to cut the throat of the enemy who taunted him with every attack.
His hands twitched at his sides, aching to crush something. Instead, they moved on their own, slipping into the inner pocket of his jacket. His fingers brushed over silk, the fabric soft and cool against his skin. He drew it out slowly, his breath quieting the moment it touched his nose.
Her scent.
Even now it clung faintly to the scarf, faded but unmistakable, just like the day he'd found it and then her, and it sank into his lungs like a drug. The ti
