Draven.
I stepped out of the castle, the crisp morning air hitting my face as I walked toward the waiting cars. Three of them, parked in a row, engines running. Jeffery matched my pace beside me, his usual silence comforting in its own way.
"You haven't gone to see our mate."
Rhovan's voice echoed in my mind, deep and insistent. I rolled my shoulders, already irritated. "Don't you have anything better to think about?" I shot back. "And who told you Meredith is our mate?"
"You can deny it all you want," Rhovan growled, "but you can't change the facts."
I scoffed. "If you have this much time to waste, use it to help me crack the damn murder case in Duskmoor instead of obsessing over a woman."
Rhovan growled again, a low warning.
"Ask about our mate."
"We don't have a mate."
He huffed in frustration. "Fine. Ask about Meredith."
