I woke before sunrise because the matebond had been restless all night, and even when I closed my eyes and tried to force myself back to sleep, I could feel Ezra moving through the packhouse like a storm that had not decided where it wanted to break yet. By the time pale grey light started creeping through the curtains of the cabin, I gave up on sleep and swung my legs out of bed.
The floor was cold under my feet, and I stood there rubbing my hands over my face while the bond pulsed tight beneath my skin. It was not pain, but it was enough to tell me he was already awake and already thinking about the border.
Christopher’s warriors had crossed it once already, even if only for a moment, and there was no way Ezra was going to sit on that without seeing it for himself.
I brushed my teeth,
