Chapter 665. MY Mate

Logan

I hit solid ground with a crunch that reverberates through my body, shocking me back to life. Dark stone and stained glass come into view, and it’s all familiar. We’re in Veiled Valley, in the castle.

I blink, sucking in a breath, then curl to a seated position before swaying to my feet, my vision blurred, but I can just make out the outline of Maeve clutching Brie to her chest as Brie slumps over her arms.

I run, slipping over the stone floor, and pull Brie out of Maeve’s grasp just as she begins to fall to the ground.

“What is wrong with you?!” I shout at Maeve, kneeling and cradling Brie as my knees hit the ground. “What were you thinking?!”

I smooth Brie’s hair out of her face. Her eyes are closed, and she’s pale, barely breathing.

“Hey, Brie? Brie, come on–” I run my hand over her face, smoothing pale silver tears from her eyes, but she remains frozen.

I look up at Maeve, who’s panting, a horrified look on her face. She shakes her