~ZEPHYRUS' POV
The restlessness under my skin was not fading, even after three hours of hammering my blade against the training dummies until the wood splintered.
Usually, the burn in my lungs would be enough to quiet my head, but not today.
Every breath I took felt heavy with a secondary pulse that belonged to Dove.
Marking her had changed everything. I could feel her presence like a warm glow in a dark room, and the distance between us was starting to grate on my nerves.
I dropped the sword into the rack and headed straight to my own wing, my boots echoing loudly against the stone floors.
I pushed open the doors to my bedchamber, expecting to find her there, but the room was empty and cold.
My mood soured immediately because it irritated me that she was still tucked away in Alaric's territory instead of mine.
I made my way to the other wing and pushed through his heavy oak doors without a second thought.
