{ "Time and fate collide as two people learn to love each other and the world learns to accept the lovers without knowing their secret; they are mated."}
The warmth beside me was gone.
I blinked against the haze of sleep, reaching out instinctively to the space where Freyr should have been. Cool sheets. No trace of his body heat. No scent of skin or the soft rumble of his breathing. Just the faint memory of his presence and the silence he left behind. "Freyr?" My voice was raw, groggy, barely more than a whisper.
