Demetrius' POVThe bed was empty before I woke up.The warmth beside me was fading, and through the bond came a strange, dreamlike hush, as if Armida were somewhere very far away and very close at once."Armida?"Her side of the sheets lay thrown back. The bedroom door stood open. Down the hall, bare feet whispered over wood.I was out of bed and moving before I'd thought. I found her at the top of the stairs in her thin nightgown, her hair loose, her eyes open and utterly blank. She descended slowly, one hand trailing the banister, as though following a voice only she could hear."Armida." I kept my tone gentle. "Love, wake up."Nothing. She reached the bottom of the stairs and crossed the hall toward the front door."Armida!" Louder now. I caught her wrist, and the shock of her skin nearly made me let go. It burned, not with fever, but with a low, thrumming heat, like a stone left in the sun. She pulled free without effort, without even looking at me, and the front door swung open
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