Book 17: Help Me Protect Her

Aris

Posey disappears in a flurry of gray wool the second my powers fade like tendrils of smoke across the dark mosaic tiles of the grand foyer. Her footsteps echo down a darkened corridor, the only sound for what feels like an eternity–an eternity spent willing myself to stand still and not chase after her.

We just returned from Silverhide moments ago. Me, my mate, and my parents and grandfather. Posey’s role is clear as I tuck my hands in my pockets. She’s going to help Ian using her alchemy. My parents, on the other hand, came here because…

I don’t feel like myself and they sense that and are concerned… among other things, like the fact I have a mate and she’s… powerful. So powerful. There’s a monster inside of me with a one-track mind, and it’s only thought is her, my mate. My mate and her comfort, her protection. My mate and her body under m