ZADOK’S POV

I couldn’t stop looking at her -  My Amore, my Ithra, my mate. 

I knew it was stupid to agree with Azriel’s plan to pay her a visit without a concrete plan to recover her but I couldn’t resist the temptation of even a chance of seeing her again. 

I needed to see her again, to be sure I wasn’t crazy. I needed to see her and touch her. To feel the little sparks between us to know that I was indeed living a life where my Ithra was still alive. 

Nothing prepared me for the sight of her, standing under the sun while she forced herself to...