It takes some asking around, some raised eyebrows and pointed questions from nosy shopkeepers, but I figure out where Waverly’s staying first thing in the morning. A headache squeezes my skull as I stomp down a Starlight Ridge’s side street to her hostel, every inch of me tired from a night with no sleep.

Well, how could I ever hope to sleep after Waverly left things the way she did? She fled from me in the night with no explanation, shock and misery etched on her beautiful face. Of course I’m fucking haunted.

“Ass,” I mutter, prowling down the sidewalk. If kicking myself were an Olympic sport, this morning I’d...