You’d never know I’d taken out four months’ worth of frustration out on the furniture, cabinets, and countertops. Cleaning up hadn’t erased my embarrassment over my behavior, though. Temper tantrums weren’t attractive, and the fact that I’d let Darian see the evidence of mine made me feel petty and immature. I’d like to say I self-consciously made the decision to head back to The Pit by way of Belltown. I could have simply used magic to take me to my office in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t habit, though, that guided me down the familiar streets to the former warehouse that was now Darian’s apartment. Raif’s words had been bouncing around my head all night, no matter how hard I tried to disregard them. I had to see for myself if what he’d said was true. I looked up at the dark, second-story windows. Not a single light betrayed the presence of life inside the building. I could feel her, though. Her life force burned like a star in my soul, tied to mine until she decided to sever our bond.
