Caleb’s POV
The fire in the hearth crackled softly, shadows flickering along the stone walls of my chamber. I sat at the edge of the bed, a glass of whiskey balanced in my hand, watching the amber liquid catch the light. My mind was elsewhere caught between the past few days and the gnawing unrest I couldn’t shake.
The door burst open without warning.
Crystal stormed in, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. Her face was flushed, her eyes blazing with a fury I had come to know all too well.
“Caleb!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. “What in the Goddess’s name was that out there?”
I didn’t look up immediately. I swirled the whiskey in my glass, listening to the fire hiss and spit. Her impatience grew thick in the air, but I wanted her
