My frantic thoughts are interrupted by the sound of shouting. Heavy footsteps run above me. There’s a long pause. At least five minutes pass before a boom rocks the ceiling. Some dust falls down into the room, and I cough after inhaling some of it.
I stand and walk to the window. It’s too high for me to see through the cracks of the boards covering it.
More booms erupt, rocking the first floor. I cower, worried the entire thing is going to cave down on top of me.
There’s a battle raging above me.
My friends are here.
Will they save me or end my life?
Farrah?
I gasp and clutch my chest.
Locheran? I’m here. I’m alive. My brother took me—
I know, little mouse. I’m coming to find you. Keep talking to me so I can better track you.
I nod, my throat aching as I try to hold back my tears.
I met a woman. She seemed to be a prisoner like me. My father said she’s the daughter of the witch helping them. You have to find her too. Save her.
I will make sure someone gets her, Locheran assures me.We’re close to finding you. Keep talking, baby.
The tears I’ve been holding back start to fall. Finally this nightmare can end.
But before I can continue mind-speaking to my mate, another explosion rumbles overhead, this time raining debris on top of me. I fall to the ground, and my legs become trapped by a pile of wood.
What is it with my family and explosions? Unless it’s the monsters setting off the blasts.
Farrah! Are you okay?
Yes. But I’m trapped.
Seconds later, my mate crashes through the room’s locked door. His wings are spread out, fangs bared, and claws up, ready to fight.
He’s a fucking warrior god.
“Mouse!” he says and rushes to the corner where I’m stuck on the ground. He rips away pieces of wood, one by one, using his hands, wings, and tail.
It’s fucking hot.
“Farrah, now’s not the time,” he growls, clearly hearing my horny thoughts.
Apparently, not even a literal war can stop them.
“It’s the bond. We’ve been apart for too long,” he explains.
Okay, that makes sense.
“What’s happening out there?” I ask.
“The witches and supes are battling the hunters.”
“Out on the street? In the open?”
“Yes. There was a shield in place to keep the fight hidden from humans, but it was shot down. Hopefully the witches were able to construct a new one since then. I don’t know. I didn’t stay long enough to find out.”
