Zeph's POV
Tyler gets in and I realise the rain is falling hard against my dorm window, illuminating the room in brief, stark moments before plunging it back into shadow and a thunderstorm poured down.
I'm just about to go to sleep, exhausted from hours of sketching and trying to push thoughts of Kestrel from my mind, when I sense a scent that definitely belongs to her.
Even through the storm, even with no knock or sound to alert me to her presence, I know she's there and I get up on my feet with a frown. Her scent is unmistakable; it's that sweet, intoxicating mix of vanilla that makes Xander stir restlessly in my chest.
I go to open the door and see her standing there with her back toward me, shivering and looking like a cold, soaked wreck. Her red hair is plastered to her head, dar
