Novel's POV

I didn't hear the door open. I didn't even hear the floorboards groan under his weight. I was lost in a sea of my own shadows until I felt the sudden, searing heat of hands on my shoulders.

I jumped, a small gasp escaping my throat.

"Alexei," I whispered, my voice thick with salt and grief.

"Why are you crying, Novel?" His voice was a low rumble, laced with a sharp edge of worry. He reached out, his fingers brushing my chin, trying to tilt my face toward his. I resisted, tucking my head down. I didn't want him to see the wreckage behind my eyes. I wanted...