Elena POV
It started with a whisper.
Not a literal one. Not a sound. More like a tremble beneath my skin—like something inside me had shifted again.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a silk robe Kane had left for me. The room was quiet, bathed in amber light from the mid-morning sun. A breeze carried in through the cracked window, stirring the curtains, but it did nothing to ease the unease tightening in my chest.
Something was wrong.
I stood up slowly, my legs still aching but steady. My body was sore, my thighs bruised in a way that made me blush and smile faintly—memories of the night before flashing through my mind. But even in the warmth of those memories, I felt it.
A chill.
An absence.
I turned toward the bathroom door. Kane wasn't in there. He hadn't been in there for a while. In fact… where was he?
