Sunlight streaming through the curtains woke me from a restless sleep. For a moment, I lay disoriented, memories of last night flooding back in fragments—Kaelen's touch, his mouth on mine, the unexpected vulnerability in his eyes when he spoke of loving me once.
I sat up, scanning the room. No sign of him. The connecting door remained closed, and the silence suggested he wasn't on the other side. When my gaze landed on a folded piece of paper on the nightstand, my heart skipped.
Picking it up, I read: "Meeting with Cassian. Join us downstairs when you're ready. We leave at noon. —K"
Short. Direct. No hint of last night's charged encounter.
My fingers traced the letter K, his decisive handwriting a stark reminder of the power he wielded. What had he meant about showing me something back at our pack? What revelation could possibly explain years of cruelty?
