Senna’s POV

The nights were the worst. At least daytime at the Marrow estate came with distractions. They was training. And the staff. And all the ways I’d made myself useful. There was Viktor and our tea meetings. During the day, there were tasks to occupy my hands.

But the night left too much room for thinking. I didn’t like it, being alone with my thoughts.

The estate was quiet around me. Outside my bedroom windows, the grounds disappeared into darkness. The moon shone overhead. Viktor didn’t have a private forest, not like Kalev had. There was nowhere for me to let out Verity. There was nowhere for us to...