Shyla had appeared like a vision from one of the many dreams I’d had of her. Except she’d not looked like the usual sweet and shy mate I’d last seen. She was a queen, but more than that, she’d oozed of something else. Something that despite the spells that bound and imprisoned me, had caressed my soul and awakened me.
I had thought that I would die before laying my eyes on her, so when she’d appeared, I had not waited before gathering my strength to do the one thing I had promised to do. I would make her mine before Evarius had a chance to sink his filthy canines into her flesh. And I had done it, but the limp body of my mate had left me wallowing in regret. What had I done?
“Shyla?” I called again, but she only lay in my arms without so much as stirring at the sound of my voice. I held
