She cut off as a realization struck her like a blow to the skull. Kian hadn’t appeared at Delora’s bedside because his spirit was drawn to someone else now—to her—and it had been for days. “It was you in my room,” she whispered, turning her wide eyes to him. “I locked my door each night, and you unlocked it when you left.” Kian offered her an apologetic grin. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
