Chaos erupts the moment that they touch, exploding all around us.Roger screams my name, reaching for me as I reach for Jackson, wanting his touch – wanting his power – because I know I can help it – I know I can fix this –“Ariel!” Rafe screams, reaching for me too.“Rafe, she’ll fucking burn you!”
Rafe just…stares.His mouth hangs open and he stands still as he just…looks at the place his sister was standing just – just a fucking moment ago –Where Jackson is now roaring his rage and pain as he turns, fruitlessly, looking everywhere for his mate like he’s just going to find her sitting on the
“Come on,” Roger snaps, holding his nephew’s gaze. “You think you’re the only one who lost someone today? For fuck’s sake, Rafe, I love you – but pull it together. We have work to do, and Ariel’s never going to forgive you if you leave her mate unconscious on a battlefield when he needs Ella.”Somet
I just stare at my mate, my mouth hanging open and my eyes going wide as I suddenly realize why his features were so familiar. because…Suddenly, his familiar face makes sense. My mind flashes to the meeting at Midwinter, when the Atalaxians declared war – to Ben’s mate, and the flare of connection
“Jesse!”He ignores Midnight’s frustrated call, his eyes focused on the top of another rounded hill that promises a better view. Jesse breaks into a tired jog, determined to follow the sound – the first new thing he’s heard in this world in hours.Midnight calls after him again but he doesn’t pay at
“I mean,” Midnight says, rolling her eyes, “I don’t really know exactly who it was – they never fill me in on anything good. But it was probably those stupid Atalaxians. They’re always messing around here, driving their stupid carts around, building things.”“What Atalaxians?” Jesse asks, leaning fo
“Yeah!” she says, excited, almost skipping forward. “Isn’t it great?” She clasps her hands excitedly under her chin.Jesse groans, his head falling back on his neck. But he slips his hands into his pockets and follows his strange, tiny mate to her bizarre little home. Its difficult to wake up, to
“That was me, darling,” the girl says, seeing me look down at my white nightgown and again seeming to read my mind. She reaches out a hand to softly pat mine. “Don’t worry, dear – like I said, we have rules here. As soon as Gabriel brought you to the palace I took you in hand.” She grins at me like