Chapter 17. The Truth

Lucas

He gently grazed his rough thumb on his soulmate’s bluish cast, circling faintly on her delicate skin.

Anna Marie. She looked so tired, only a few hours of sleep for her while she was in his arms. He held her all night to dispel her nightmares. It had helped. Only just.

A surge of protectiveness calling forth hand in hand with extreme possessiveness surged through his veins. It took an effort to hold it down – tamping his impulses. Muscles tensed and protested. The drive to lock her in a castle until the danger had passed was a serious thought. One he was really considering. How? How to convince her that he needed to keep her with him? Safe. All the damn time.

Lucas had known her independent streak all along, and he didn’t want to step on her dainty toes or step around it. Yet he must. It was his needs roaring to be addressed. Their bond was strong. It was more than that. An emotion so strong had blossomed in his heart. One he needed to acknowledge soon