Magnus found Dorian in the east tower again, talking to empty air.
His Alpha stood by the window, his hand extended as if caressing someone's cheek, his voice soft and intimate in a way Magnus hadn't heard in months.
"I know, love. I should have told you sooner," Dorian smiled at nothing, his eyes unfocused. "But you're here now. That's all that matters."
"Dorian," Magnus kept his voice gentle, as one might with a spooked horse. "She's not here."
His Alpha turned, confusion flickering across his face before recognition set in. The warmth in his expression died, replaced by the hollow look that had become his default.
"Magnus. What do you want?"
"The elders have called a meeting. They're concerned."
"About?"
"You've been talking to her for three days straight. The patrol guards are unsettled. Some of them think you're communing with spirits."
