"What if she doesn't show up?" My nerves were itching all over as I paced my bed chamber's floors. Right up until Aryn's return from Gretia, I had been confident of her attendance at the banquet. Not anymore. Not after she slipped into her bed chambers upon her return to Wrenyth and left ridiculous orders not to be disturbed. The demands I made on Zakariel, the red head and her outspoken maid for the reasons why had yielded nothing. I still knew nothing and time was quickly ticking away before I was expected to grace the banquet. I wished for nothing more than to have her hanging onto my arms while I made the grand entrance.
"Argh!" I cursed the moment I bumped into Darla for the umpteenth time. This was that incident's fault entirely. While I stopped and mused over my chosen mate's stran
