“Her. All you need is her. Save her, or she’ll die.”
“No!” His animalistic scream throbbed over his vocal cords until it was a dual sound of male and female.
“Shit, Kieran. Your fangs,” Eiravel whispered.
What the fuck is wrong with my fangs?
But there was nothing. No words he could force out. Nothing that mattered more than going in the direction his very soul pulled him. He took one leap forward, and then he was off, streaking as fast as his Fae power would take him.
Heath sensed Eiravel and Cynes move after him as one, each man flanking Heath’s sides in formation.
Until Heath slammed to a stop.
Eiravel and Cynes slid forward several feet, kicking black grass into the air and creating grooves in the ground. Heath didn’t care, didn’t give one fuck if they broke their legs at the moment.
All that mattered was what was right in front of him.
Who stood before him.
Blue-and-green hair swirled like it was trapped in water, a thick curtain falling down around her hips. She barely came up to his chest, but her large aquamarine eyes nearly brought him to his knees. Lush, pink lips slightly opened as she sucked in a breath. Her pointed chin was perfection, and the elongated ears of his kind peeked out through her hair. And her skin … Fuck. Her skin was golden, like buried treasure in the sea, and possessed a pearlescent quality over her shoulders and down her arms.
He’d never seen anything more beautiful and foreign.
“You’re here.” Her soft voice, like waves crashing to the shore, wrapped around his cock and caressed him until he groaned.
“Kieran, what are you doing? What are you looking at?”
The woman looked over her shoulder at Eiravel, and Heath growled, angry that she’d look at another male when she stood before him. When his mark wasn’t visible to warn any fucker who thought he could touch her to get the hell back.
He took one menacing step forward.
“Foraltin, they cannot see me.”
Foraltin. Fate male. She called me her Fate male.
“You … Who are you?”
She looked over her shoulder again, her face pinched in fear. Heath stepped forward, bringing her close enough to crush to his chest, but when he reached for her, his hand when through her.
“I must return, but I shall come back to you forthwith.”
She faded, even as he tried in vain to keep her at his side.
“No!”
She was gone, and Eiravel gripped Heath’s shoulders. It was the first time he’d ever wanted to pull his blade and cut through his second.
“Stop this, Kieran, and speak. Tell me what is going on.”
“Foraltae,” Heath forced out.
“Shit.” Cynes released a heavy sigh and looked at Eiravel. “He’s found his Fated female. We’re screwed if she’s here. He won’t stop looking until he finds her, and who knows what the hell we’ll be fighting against.”
He was right. Heath wouldn’t stop, even if he had to tear down the In Between with his fucking bare hands. He may have been a horrible friend to Lorenzo and Cyn. In his ignorance, he may have nearly destroyed Kalinda and Silva.
But he would not fail her.
Chapter Three
