Kade had returned to a mountain of work. He attempted to lose himself in reviewing reports, signing decrees, and planning supply routes for the coming winter. But his conversation with Maggie replayed in his mind, and he could still hear those voices in the dark, calling out to him for help. He was trying to concentrate on the words on those scrolls, but the words swam before his eyes, meaningless. The calming draught he had requested had not yet arrived, leaving him raw and unprotected from the memories of Kronos' den. He did not know how long he had been staring at the same line of text when a hesitant knock sounded at his door.
"Enter," he commanded without looking up, though he already knew who stood beyond the door. The mate bond betrayed her presence, and he could feel her rabbit-quick heartbeat and the way her breathing hitched with barely controlled panic. And beneath it all, that damned moonflower scent that seemed to seep through stone and timber to find him.
