Sleep would not come. Liana lay on Kael's bed, staring at the canopy above, every nerve alive with awareness of the man breathing softly in the chair by the door. The mate bond hummed between them, persistent as a fever. She hated how familiar his scent had become again. Hated how her wolf had stopped pacing and started waiting.The window rattled.She sat up slowly, heart slamming against her ribs. Kael did not stir, his breathing remained deep, even. The fire had burned down to embers, casting the room in shadows and blood-orange light.The window rattled again.Liana rose on silent feet, crossing the cold stone floor. Her fingers found the latch. She hesitated. This was the third floor. No balcony. No ledge.She opened it anyway.Riven's face appeared in the gap, pale and sharp and so desperately familiar that her breath caught in her throat. His hand shot through the opening, gripping the frame, and then he pulled himself up and over the sill with a silence that spoke of practice
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