Chapter 92 The Burn Beneath Her Skin

• Espen barely slept.
• When she did, it was brief—bursts of dreamless dark before a flare of heat in her chest yanked her awake again. Not physical heat. No, that was worse. This was something deeper. A trembling beneath her skin. A pressure behind her ribs that pulsed with every emotion she didn’t want to name.
• She stood at the window long after the stars had faded, her hair tangled from twisting in her sheets, the air around her oddly warm. The fire in the hearth hadn’t been lit.