Lex's POV I can't feel Kas. For the first time in millennia, our spirits are split from each other. I know I'm a warrior, but I'm scared. Kas and I have worked through our problems together forever. Like she said, forever in the past and forever in the future. Without her, I'm just a wolf. I don't know where I am or how I'm going to get back to her. The last thing I remember, she was reaching out to the universe to find our mate. She didn't realize she reached too far. But I don't blame her. She did the right thing. We needed to find Saint and Bronx. We found them. By the time we got to Bronx, Saint was already edging to Purgatory, moments from death. Kas was amazing. She kept reaching, even after we were stretched too far. I helped but I could feel the strain on her human spirit. I reached out to Saint and made a connection with him. I led him back to Bronx. I don't know if he made it all the way. I hope he did. Saint isn't here now. Neither is Kas or Bronx. I'm so scared. I pray m
I run the water in the huge bathtub. Kas comes in with a sachet full of fragrant herbs and spreads them in the water. As they touch the surface, they sizzle and disappear, turning the water a deep aqua green. I step in first, then help her in. Kas sits behind me and gently pours water down my back, being careful not to touch my wounds with her hands. The initial sting gives way to a cooling feeling. My skin immediately feels relief, causing me to audibly groan. "Now this is some magic I can get into." I sigh. Kas giggles behind me. "These witches know a thing or two about healing, huh?" We adjust our positions so she is sitting in front of me. I move her braided hair out of the way and use the cup to pour the water over her back. The sight of her wounds makes me cringe. "Oh, Baby, this is terrible." I don't even realize I say it out loud. "It was worth it, Bronx. It isn't any worse than what I have experienced before." She turns her head slightly back toward me and says with a sl
Kas's POV An hour later, we are standing at the gates to the coven's realm. Henri is there with blacked-out SUVs to transport us. We don't stop at Lune D'or, but we do stop at a small café in the quaint little human town where the airport is while we wait for our flight time. I am not very hungry, so I only have a small plate of cheeses and meats. At first, Bronx insists I sit on his lap, but he keeps getting pulled away by phone calls, so I sit next to Delilah. I watch my mate pacing on the sidewalk and smoking outside the big window, which reminds me that Marco has my phone. I don't expect any calls or messages. Everyone who has the number knew I was unavailable. I power up the phone and wait a minute as it connects with wifi. Notifications start to ping… dozens of them. Soon my phone is flooded with notifications. I open my texts to find that Bronx messaged me every day. Things to the effect of how much he cares about me and misses me, updates on things going on with the pack, a
After a long day of catching up with everyone, Bronx and I finally get back to our apartment. I'm exhausted, but I need a shower. The problem is, my back is still sore, and not completely healed. I let Bronx lift my shirt to check my wounds. He agrees that the water pressure is probably a bad idea for another day or so. “How about I run a bath for us, Baby?" He offers. He gives me a gentle hug and goes to run the water. When I get into the bathroom, Bronx helps me undress. “I got this, Baby. Let me take care of you." He insists. I blush at the gesture as he carefully removes my clothes for me. With every piece of clothing he removes, he places innocent little kisses on my skin, setting off little sparks with each one. He helps me into the tub, then removes his clothes and joins me. Bronx lets me look at his back first. His wounds are mostly healed, except for the ones that were the deepest. There are scars starting to form across his whole back. Most of his tattoos are ruined. Wh
"Bronx?" I say shyly. I hope he is sleepy enough that he will just say yes to my request. "Yeah, Baby?" He responds sleepily. His voice is almost a whisper. "I want to do something for you, but I need your permission and I'm afraid you'll say no." I try to sound casual and calm. The light of the moon shining through the window is the only light allowing me to see his reaction. He opens his eye, and looks at me with concern, but his voice sounds suspicious of my motives. "Why would I ever tell you no? More importantly, why would you need permission?" "I-I want to heal you." I sit up, facing him. "I don't want you to end up with scars like mine. I know in Blood River having scars is a badge of honor, but this is different." "You're right. I'm going to say no." He rolls gingerly on his back away from me and stares at the ceiling. "It isn't your burden to bear. I don't want you to waste your precious strength on something like that. You're healing yourself. You don't need to heal me,
It makes me nervous how tired Kas is the next day. She's still pale and her eyes don't have their usual sparkle. She insists on getting out of bed, but she falls asleep at the kitchenette table before I can finish toasting a bagel for her. I carry her over to the sofa and bring her some pillows and her gray and green blanket. I wrap her up in a little cocoon and turn on the cooking channel she likes. Before I can even turn around, she is already asleep on the couch. I call James and request Delilah to come check on her to make sure what she is going through is normal. Once Delilah arrives, she looks Kas over. She agrees that what Kas did to heal me should be well within her power, but since she isn't anywhere close to her full power with her injuries, it just gassed her. She just needs rest. Delilah lets me know she will brew up something for Kas to drink that will help, but it will take a few hours for it to kick in. “I will stay here with her. I'm sorry, Alpha Bronx, but you need t
We talk more about the additional responsibilities I need Milo to cover if he is going to be acting Alpha. Obviously, I will be here to support him, but I am going to trust him to do what he believes is right. As we are talking, James sends me a mind link. "Alpha! Delilah just texted me, she needs us back at the apartment. She said it's important. I'm on my way there right now.” My heart jumps. "Milo, it's Kas. I gotta go." I sprint out of the room before he has a chance to answer, but I feel him on my heels as I run down the hall. James gets to the top of the stairs as we are running past and joins us. “What's happening, Alpha?" Tyree, Kas's substitute guard asks as I skid to a halt at the apartment door. “Wait here, Tyree. No one else comes in." I growl as I push open the door. “Kas! Delilah!" They aren't in the living room. “We're in here, Alpha Bronx." I hear Delilah's voice from the bedroom. I rush into the bedroom, throwing the door open. Kas is standing next to Delilah.
Kas's POV The next few days begin to form into a comfortable schedule for us. Bronx goes to his office at MasonCo most days. Just like he promised when I first moved into the apartment, he wakes me every morning up to let me know he’s leaving. And every morning he gives me a passionate kiss that leaves me missing him until he gets home. Somehow, he seems to have an endless supply of flowers, too. I don’t know where he gets them from, but he brings a few for me every evening and places them in a vase on my nightstand. He takes out the ones that are starting to wilt, so I always have a fresh bouquet to look at. I start to focus on searching my mind for Lex. I load some calming music onto my phone and spend my mornings meditating. I feel her deep within the farthest corners of my mind, but the harder I try, the more difficult it is to reach her. The closest way I can describe it is that I feel like she is trapped in a cage in a dark room in my mind. The problem is, I can’t find the room