Chapter 12

Inside the great room of her sisters' home, Kaida slumped in her chair, exhausted. As in, her bones were melting and her muscles cried uncle.

What a night. Her clothes were still damp from the meeting in the clearing because she'd conjured rain and the man she'd met in dreams sat on the plush brown leather sofa to her left, rubbing the mark on his wrist with a tissue for all he was worth.

Utter insanity.

Lord. She'd fainted. Actually fainted like a southern belle. If she weren't on the brink of a coma, she'd be embarrassed for the night's events.

Tristan paced the far side of the room in front of the stained-glass window, his shoes silent on the hardwood floor. Riley stood beside the ginormous fireplace big enough for three men his size to fit inside, his hand braced on the carved mantle teeming with lit candles. Her sisters sat side-by-side on the matching sofa across from Brady, a black walnut table between him and them. An ornate decorative rug matching the burgundy walls lay