Dawn broke gray and cold over the Shadow Den.
I woke alone in the great bed, the space beside me still holding a faint impression of warmth. Caleb had stayed until I'd fallen asleep, sitting against the headboard, my hand loosely held in his. Nothing more. He had left before sunrise, but he had left something behind on the pillow.
A single moonflower. Fresh. Alive.
Beneath it, a note in sharp, slanted handwriting: *So the last one you remember is mine.*
I pressed the flower between the pages of my journal and dressed quickly. Today was not a day for softness. Today, Kira hunted the courier.
I found them in the lower courtyard—Kira, six trackers, and Caleb, all dressed for hard travel. Nessa stood off to the side with her guards, wrapped in a borrowed cloak, her eyes swollen from sleep
