“Because I know Logan. She’s my sister. And I’ve met you.”

“Whatever happened—or didn’t happen—is between your sister and me, but I will say she talked about you that night we were together. Told me … things … about you, and your past, not knowing I was connected to Drakon.”

“Did you tell her you knew Drakon?”

“No.”

“Well, there you go.”

He stared down at her, expression troubled. He looked as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t going to.

Morgan sighed. “What is it? What’s on your mind?”

“Have you told Drakon about the year following your separation? Does he know what happened?”

Morgan eyed him warily. “About what?”

“About you being … ill.”

She opened her mouth, and then closed it, shaking her head instead.

“Maybe you should. Maybe it’s time.”

Morgan turned back to the sea, where the horizon was now a dramatic parfait of pink and orange and red, with streaks of luscious violet. So beautiful it couldn’t be real. “I don’t think it’d change anything … if he knew.”

“I think it would change a great deal. Maybe not for you, but for him.”

She shot Rowan a cynical glance, feeling impossibly raw. “How so?”

“You weren’t the only one who had a hard year after you left. Drakon’s world fell apart, too.”

Drakon was in his room, just stepping out of the shower when he heard a knock at his door. He dried off quickly, wrapped the towel around his hips and headed to the bedroom door. Opening it, he discovered Morgan in the hall.

“You okay?” she asked, looking up at him, a shadow of concern in her eyes.

He nodded. “I was just going to dress and come find you.”

“Do you mind if I come in?”

He opened the door wider, and then once she was inside, he closed the door behind him.

“You look nice,” she said, her voice low and husky.

“Almost naked?”

Color swept her cheeks. “I always liked you naked. You have an amazing body.”

He folded his arms across his chest and stared at her. “I can’t believe you came here to compliment my body.”

“No … no. But it kind of … relates … to what I was going to say.”

He rocked back on his hips, trying not to feel anything, even though he was already feeling too much of everything. But wasn’t that always the way it was when it came to Morgan? He felt so much. He loved her so much.

“Can I kiss you?” she blurted breathlessly.

He frowned, caught off guard.

“Just a kiss, for courage,” she said, clasping her hands, nervously. “Because I don’t know how to tell you this, and I’m not sure what you’ll say, but I probably should tell you. ‘Cause I don’t think anyone did tell you—”

He drew her to him, then, silenced her stream of words with a kiss. His kiss was fierce, and she kissed him back with desperation, with the heat and hunger that had always been there between them.