Chapter 137

Liam

Sebastian Thorne was my mate.

I sat on the landing floor with my back against her door and heard it, and nothing in me moved.

Then Jasper did.

He came up so fast and so hard that my vision went red at the edges, and I had to put both hands flat on the boards on either side of me and hold on. He wasn’t growling. He was past growling. He was on his feet inside me with every hair on end, and he wanted out, and he wanted the road over the mountains, and he wanted a man in a dark suit who had stood in a corridor under the lanterns and called her little wren.

I breathed. In, and out. In, and out. I held him there.

On the other side of the door, she had gone quiet. I could feel her listening. Waiting to hear what I would do with it.

“Okay,” I said.

My voice came out rough. I tried again.

“Okay. I’m still here.”

I heard her let out a breath. Shaky, and long, as if she had been holding it for five years.