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"Anabelle," Jaxon called out when he noticed that his mate was shaking in her sleep and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

After what she had told him, he was certain that she was interacting with the sorceress again. His worry grew by the second when he realised that she was not giving off any signs of waking up, he was worried that she would go into an unconscious state again or worse the sorceress could harm her from within and he would remain here not knowing what to do...watch as he lost his mate. He growled lowly when he thought about harm coming to Anabelle, he could not watch as something from his family's past ruined his life...his woman.

He wiped the wetness that graced her cheeks and carried her in his arms off the couch where they had drifted off to sleep. He headed toward the door and left the house and was quick to put her in the passenger's seat, reclining it until the end...he wanted to make sure that he could still see her. He climbed into the driver's s