Chapter 90

Abby

I dreamed about silver hair and woke before dawn with my hand already at my temple.

The guest room was dark and cold beyond the blankets. Kade lay on his back beside me, one arm under his head, and I knew without looking that he was awake. The bond told me. It had been quiet and tight since the hallway last night, like a held breath.

“You didn’t sleep,” I said.

“Some.”

“Liar.”

He turned his head on the pillow. In the gray light from the window, his face looked tired. “She had silver hair, Abby.”

“I know.”

“She was younger than Liam in that painting.”

“I know.”

He reached over and found the strand by touch, rubbing it gent