Darius !
Darius tossed and turned, the tangled sheets clinging to his damp skin. He woke up abruptly, his chest heaving as cold sweat trickled down his temples. He patted the side of the bed, and he frowned when he found it empty.
Of course, it was empty. Why would he want her here? He didn't.
Ronan whined in the back of his mind, restless and dissatisfied. The bond they shared had been more of a curse lately, amplifying feelings he'd rather bury.
"You're depriving me of her," the wolf growled.
"You'll learn to live without her," Darius shot back, irritation lacing his words.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat for a moment, leaning against the carved wooden canopy frame. Sleeping in his father's old bed did nothing to quell the urges burning within him, and his wolf's constant agitation wasn't helping.
