Music blared from Landon’s wing. I sighed and walked in. The crystal hummed with energy. Where Nick was buried there was a small blue orchid growing. I brushed my fingers over the petals and thought about the vampire who was my lover for so many years. My inner Guardian also mourned for him. I was glad to know that she cared too. The same for the werewolf. I walked into Landon’s wing of the house and heard laughter. When I walked into his living space, Landon was making out with one of his pack members. They looked up and talking ceased. “What’s she doing here?” another woman growled and continued kissing his back. A pang of jealousy wound through me seeing that. His muscles rippled in the light. He was tanned. He had been working out or working harder at his job. I didn’t know what was worse, seeing him there or knowing that I hadn’t been able to touch him since that night. Landon glanced over. He met my eyes. I watched him extend his tongue and then lick the line of the woman’s neck.