Moros’ POV
[They’re drowning,] Zia accuses, her voice cutting through the quiet of our mindscape. [Sloane believes she doesn’t need him. She still thinks she can walk away, angry with him over his part in all this madness, and never look back. And he’s tearing himself apart out there, mate.]
I release a heavy breath and settle my massive frame against the dark earth. [I know. Every second he spends wondering whether she’s safe, whether she’s slipping away from him, takes another piece of him with it.]
Pacing in a circle like I usually do when I am thinking, I finally stop to look at my beautiful mate, knowing whatever mistakes he made or will make are all mine. [He doesn’t want to suffocate her,] I continue, lifting my head to meet her gaze. [My human wants to give yours somewhere to be
