The Town House subtly shook as the sun set. Inside Rhysand’s room, a drop in temperature and swirling shadows signaled his unconscious power. He awoke with a start, panting, his violet eyes wild. Lingering fear and rage coursed through him, memories of past trauma surfacing. He moved to the balcony, the cool night air a small comfort against the lingering horrors. He felt the urge to fly, but paused as he heard the door creak open, revealing the user. “You should be asleep,” he said.