Malric's Pov

Her scent still lingered in the air, roses and rain. The bedsheets were rumpled, my shirt half hanging from my shoulders, and all I could think about was the look on her face before she ran out. The pain in her eyes. The tremor in her voice.

I ran my hand through my hair, pacing once before I finally moved toward the door. My chest felt heavy, and something inside me said go after her.

So I did.

"Celia!" I called, my voice echoing down the dimly lit corridor.

I found her near the staircase, tears streaking her cheeks, her hands trembling as she tried to wipe them...