Angel's POV
The shadow moved.
I was already sitting up, already braced, already wondering if someone was here to kill me - and then the shadow resolved into a shape I recognized, and the shape spoke.
"There you are."
Terrell.
He came out of the doorway and into the candlelight with unhurried steps, like he had found what he was looking for and was no longer in a hurry about anything. He looked at me on the bed with the expression that had been in his eyes before Merrick's knock - the one I'd been equally thinking about.
It had not diminished.
"How did you find me?" I asked. My voice came out steadier than I felt, which I considered an achievement.
"You keep forgetting," he said, crossing the room toward me, "what I am."
He stopped at the edge of the bed.
"Your scent," he said, simply. "It's all I can focus on. In any room. In any corridor." His eyes held mine. "You could be anywhere in this castle and I would find you."
I looked at him.
