The text came at two in the morning, three days after my dinner with Valtherion.

Valtherion: Are you awake?

I'd been lying in bed, unable to sleep, the dual bloodlines restless inside me.

The moon was nearly full, making the silver power surge stronger, while the shadow power responded by pulsing with equal intensity.

They were fighting again, the effort to keep them balanced was giving me a splitting headache.

Me: Unfortunately yes. Can't sleep.

Valtherion: Same. Want company? I could bring coffee. I should have said no. Should have maintained distance like Zane kept advising.

The mate bond ached at the thought of him nearby, the warring powers inside...