Chapter 72 - Saint

I looked over at Ransom. He was watching me, the corners of his eyes tight. I looked to Xander, back to Ransom.

Ransom shook his head ever so slightly, bumped one shoulder into the air.

Could I possibly share her with another of my brothers?

I'd think not, Saint. She's our True Mate. Not some trollop to be passed back and forth like a common tankard of ale on some random evening.

I rolled my eyes at Ten's language. He had some interesting sayings.

All of you with your ‘fucks' and ‘asses,' that takes no brains to say. Merely verbal filler of an empty mind. At least when I speak, I have things of importance to say.

Yeah, like telling Ransom about his magic. I'm still not happy about that part, Ten. I was going to do it.

He snorted. Yes, but not with any amount of time for him to prepare himself. Forewarned is forearmed. Now he is aware of the situation, he will be able to guard his mind against the darkness. He can be on the lookout for the darkness, instead of being swe