Donovan stared at me for a long moment. In a flash of light, he shifted and took off running through the snow.
A heavy sigh came from deep within my chest.
I hated running in the cold.
Chapter
Twenty
Something was wrong. I came to in complete darkness, lying next to a warm, familiar body. No light streamed in anywhere, and my power felt…off.
Off in a good way, but still off. Magic leached through my veins and bones, Mother Earth’s power flowing through my body, into Ben by the hand I had on his chest, and back into the dirt. The cycle of life.
But the normal cage that formed around my body wasn’t there, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say we were buried in the earth, far below ground. We had a small pocket of air surrounding us, I think. I couldn’t see a damn thing.
“Ben?”
The shifter stirred.
“Don’t panic,” I murmured. “But I think we’re below ground. There’s air. For how long, I can’t say.”
His chest rumbled. “Evie.”
“Try not to move. I’m not sure how stable this place is. I don’t think the Mother would kill us after all she did to heal you, but we shouldn’t risk it.”
“You saved me.” His voice was rough and tired.
“I had help. Caelan is still out there. And two of your wolves are waiting above.”
He laced his fingers through mine. “Thank you.”
I scoffed. “I’d never let you die. I have lots to make up for.”
Ben slowly turned until he lay on his side facing me, our fingers still interlocked. His face was lined with exhaustion. “I was an asshole to you.”
I said nothing because this was not a lie.
The edge of his lips tipped up. “You didn’t know me enough to share your secrets, and I pushed much too fast and was too aggressive.” He sighed. “And Caelan swooped in and got you.”
“He did,” I agreed.
“Evie?”
“Hmm?”
“Is there a reason we’re both naked?”
I laughed. “The Mother likes to eat my clothing when I go into extreme healing mode, and, by extension, the ones I’m healing. Sorry about that.”
He shook his head. “Caelan’s going to be pissed if he sees us.”
“It already happened once. He’s going to have to get used to it if his shifters keep getting wounded.”
His brows drew together. “Who was it?”
“Garrett.”
At his wide eyes, I shook my head. “He’s okay.”
