Samara walked carefully back through the dark corridors, her bare feet silent on the cold stone.
The palace at night was a different world. The torches had been lowered to glowing embers, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Every creak of the old stone made her heart jump. Every whisper of wind through the high windows made her hold her breath.
But worse than the darkness was her own mind.
You are welcome here anytime.
Caelion's voice kept ringing in her head. Low. Deep. Wrapping around her thoughts like silk she could not tear away.
Something is definitely wrong with me, she thought as she walked cautiously, avoiding the patches of moonlight that streamed through the high windows.
She had almost kissed him.
She had wanted to kiss him.
