The next night would be Whitney and Vito's wedding.
For some reason, I couldn't settle down.
A strange unease sat heavily in my chest, like something bad was waiting somewhere just out of sight. The feeling kept growing as the night deepened and the house slowly quieted. No matter how many times I told myself everything would be fine, that heavy feeling refused to leave.
It reminded me too much of the night before my own wedding, when I had tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep no matter how exhausted I was.
That memory alone made my skin go cold.
Carter noticed my restlessness almost immediately. He shifted beside me and sat up, leaning slightly against the headboard as he looked down at me with quiet concern.
"What's wrong, Elena?"
I stared at the ceiling for a long moment before answering. The soft light from the bedside lamp cast faint shadows across the room.
"I want to check on the Morrigans."
He didn't respond right away.
