Rhysand.
The clock on the wall ticks past 8:58 a.m., and I’m already pacing the length of my apartment living room like a caged animal.
All I can think about is Rain. My Rain. She promised she’d be here at nine sharp.
If she doesn’t show, I meant what I said last night. I’ll go back to her apartment, and this time, I won’t stop at the door. I’ll break it down if I have to and find out what or who she’s hiding.
A knock sounds at my door at exactly nine. Peeking through the peephole, I sigh in relief at her face.
But the relief wars with the fury that’s been simmering all night.
I hadn’t slept. Visions of that shadow in her window haunted me along with Caiden’s smug voice. “She’s amazing… exactly what I need…”
If he’s touched her, or if he’s the one cloaking her from my trackers… I’ll
