The bright streams of morning sun met Markris pacing around his room. Between walking in the passage like a madman waiting for either Lorena or Ariana to step out, he had barely slept a wink. He ran a tired finger over his curly hair and sighed. He didn't know why he needed to explain himself to Lorena.

Especially when it looked like she was hell-bent on mistrusting her, he still couldn't deny his curiosity. He wanted to know what she and Ariana had discussed all night. He wanted to see how what Ariana told him that night about Lorena. It drove him crazy that he wasn't privy to their discussion....