CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
LOCHLAN
Lochlan knew Brea was gone the moment he woke. It was like he felt it in his soul.
Everything in him screamed to race after her, knowing she couldn’t have gotten far, but she’d made this choice. Who was he to unmake it?
Lochlan tore through his room under the guise of preparing for his journey. Really, he just wanted to throw things. A teacup shattered against the wall, sending a spray of tiny glass shards cascading down the stone.
Someone knocked on his door, but he couldn’t see anyone, not until he got his emotions under control. At least it was daylight so his magic couldn’t spin out of control.
“Lochlan O’Shea.” The voice reverberated around the room, and he closed his eyes, knowing that tone all too well.
“She’s gone, Tierney.” Everyone knew Tierney
