Chapter 113

　　The Imposter

　　Slumped down on Tessa’s bed, Teddy clicked his tongue as his eyes scanned the bedroom. “Where are you hiding?”

　　He searched every corner for traces of her husband, and the one thing she treasured most was missing. It was the one thing he could never let her find again. “Not in your bag, not in your drawers, not in your closet. Where would she stash you?”

　　As he lowered himself down into the spot she slept in, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine her lying there. The tingle spread through his fingers as Fate intervened and whispered to his cells to follow them along their cruel path to his ruin. The tight pull on his hand guided Teddy up the soft, white down comforter.

　　His hand slid under the pillow next to him, and Teddy’s chest tightened as his heart pounded against it. That should have been a warning to the warlock, but his mind was too tattered to hear it.