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Wait, what?
I shouldn’t recognize these particular voices. Besides my parents and my old parrot, Jonse, who died when I was thirteen, I shouldn’t even care. But I care about these voices, these people, and when I hear Rohan and another lycan whispering, I snap open my eyes to see one large, blurry figure sitting across from me.
Behind him is something long and white, and on his far right, I make out a raging fire. Under me is…someone. Someone familiar. I scent him. He smells wrong, but right at the same time. Still in heat, the liquid is pooling in my belly, but the scent is wrong, damn near repulsive.
It’s not my lycan mate. Where is my lycan?
The events of last night, or is it tonight, rush at me, and I sit up ready to…do something, anything besides sit here. Strong hands hold me down.
“How are you feeling?” a male asks.
I’m trying to clear my eyes, but I can’t seem to, no matter how much I blink. “Duane?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“What…what are you doing here?”
Something slams, and I startle, but Duane pulls me back and makes me sit near him. “Easy now, Alpha,” he says.
A massive figure approaches and says, “Marybell.”
It’s Lenox. I hear the chair groan under his weight as he sits across from me and next to the third male in the room who I recognized by his voice as Rohan.
“Are you having trouble with your sight?” Lenox asks.
I nod.
“You’re safe now. What happened?”
“How is Gloriana?” I ask.
“She’s fine and safe too.”
“Can I see her?”
“I sent her away for now.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Because I presume Seith will come looking for you. Just a precaution.”
“Where am I?”
“Back with us.”
“How did I get here?”
“I’d love to know that too. Do tell, Duane.”
“I grabbed you from the lake,” Duane says next to me. “You were drowning.”
Memories of what occurred after the blood mage broke into the cabin remain inaccessible to me now. “I don’t recall drowning.” But then again, I can’t recall much of the span when the hordes came. They say the brain protects itself from trauma. It’s certainly true for me.
“Your trip went well, I hope,” I tell Duane. He inherited his father’s fleet and secured the channel and cargo on its way to the Summer Court. It was a big deal. A huge responsibility.
“Went fine. Thank you for asking.”
“Duane,” Lenox growls. “What were you doing in the Ott clan’s territory?”
