Three days had passed since the challenge, and a heavy silence had settled over Selene's chambers. She had still not heard from Zephyr.
Each day felt longer than the last, a slow, winding string of hours marked only by the absence of a knock and a presence…..
She had spent the first night and the following days fighting a powerful urge to summon him, to reach out with her own yearning. But she had held back. Her pride was fighting with her anxiety.
On the afternoon of the third day, she sat by the window, the soft light illuminating her delicate features.
Her fingers, slender and graceful, lightly traced the crescent, shaped scar on her neck. The scar was a constant reminder of him as well as a physical link to a powerful night. A powerful night that was imprinted in her memory.
