Layla’s POV“Springfield, Oregon,” Marcia said in a voice so low, one might have termed it a whisper if the words didn’t carry to all of us in the room.But then, the hush that’d fallen over the space was no joke, and as Marcia continued to fill us in on what she’d found out about Gina, it remained.
I didn’t envy them; the first time, from my experience, had resulted in an infuriating, almost painful sensation at the back of my skull that lasted for close to three days.Kane had explained that it was a side effect of forging his mind to mine with no prior connection, and when I baulked he smile
Hector’s POVCarlos’s funeral was a sombre affair, and as Delphine’s clear, high voice broke into the traditional mourning dirge; I felt a pressure begin to build-up at the back of my eyeballs.I blinked several times until it eased, and beside me Layla gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. It had bee
We scheduled a video call, and now, seated at my desk preparing to call her, I felt like I would puke up the little food Layla had managed to make me force down at any moment.Gina accepted on the first ring, and as her familiar face filled up my laptop’s screen, my heart gave a violent twist as her
Hector’s POVThe name had scarcely dropped from her lips when I started to shake my head, and on the screen, I saw my face scrunch up in displeasure at the suggestion. Harsh, perhaps, but that was how it always became as soon as once stumbled into their fated mate.“Who are they, then?” Gina asked.
She spat the last part out, and tears gathered in her eyes once more, but this time she didn’t bother to wipe them off. Instead, she finished:“Keep a close eye on the High Priestess, Hector. Because my guess is that if she hadn’t already been coming for your mate which—knowing Delphine—is highly un
Layla's POVAs soon as the words escaped me, I knew I had messed up big time, because Anya’s expression tightened with displeasure. Her eyes narrowed at me, and for an awkward beat I stood there frozen to the spot, not knowing what to respond or how to proceed from there.Then, faster than my brain
Layla’s POVKane and Anya continued to stare at themselves, seizing each other up even after it had become socially uncomfortable—and then some more.At some point it registered in my brain that they might have even forgotten I existed and was present. That was how intense their staring match was. I