THANE'S POV.

Instead of the warmth I was used to, my hands fell on an empty, cold bed. It took me a moment to understand why.

Andera wasn't here.

I opened my eyes, the colourful hues of sunrise smiled at me from our bedroom window. A silver of sunlight had crept into the sky, spreading pink, orange, and bright blue across the morning sky. It was a beautiful sight, but there was something, or rather, someone more breathtaking, and my mind itched to see her.

A wry smile crept across my cheeks at how love-stricken I sounded in my head. I used to think those men of old who wrote...