I walk out of the conference room, my boots clicking sharply against the marble floor. Through the frayed, steady thread of the mate bond, I feel Kade’s presence. He is three thousand miles away, standing on the balcony of our suite, watching the integration school courtyard.
Did he try to push? Kade projects, his mental voice a warm, amused rumble.
He tried to imply I was weak because I’m mortal, I reply, stepping into the private elevator and hitting the button for the subterranean garage. I reminded him that mortal women control the power grid.
Kade’s mental laughter is a rich, comforting vibration. My magnificent Luna. Come home. The pups are restless today.
I’m on my way, I project.
The flight back to Blackthorn territory takes three hours in the UN stealth transport. I spend the
