Thoren
By the time Salas texted me, I was already irritated.
Not angry.
Irritated.
There was a difference.
When I left our room that morning, Nevara had still been asleep. After everything that had happened over the last several days, I hadn’t wanted to wake her. She needed the rest. I had every intention of handling a few things, checking on the transportation arrangements for the Purists, reviewing the final reports coming in from the settlement, and getting back before she ever opened her eyes.
Instead, I’d walked back into an empty room.
Then found no guards outside.
Then called my mate only to be informed that she was apparently feeling mysterious.
The fact that she’d hung up on me afterward wasn’t helping.
My phone buzzed again.
Dining room.
That was the entirety of Salas
