Chapter 4

The moonlight streamed through our bedroom window, casting long shadows across the floor. James lay beside me, his breathing steady but not quite deep enough for sleep. I could feel his consciousness reaching for mine through our mate bond—tendrils of energy seeking connection after days of my careful distance.

"Olivia," he whispered, his hand finding mine beneath the sheets. "Are you awake?"

I kept my eyes closed, feigning the edge of slumber. "Barely," I murmured. "The moon's pull is strong tonight."

His fingers tightened around mine. "I've missed you."

The audacity of his words nearly made me laugh. Luna stirred…