Gerald POV
My eyes snap toward the sound of a growl. A woman with long auburn hair is seated on the far side of the room. She is looking everywhere but at me. Did she just growl at me? Does she think I am a threat to Georgia? "I am no threat to your queen." A groan from the woman has me taking a step toward her. "No, I can't do this," she says, scrambling to her feet. "Hannah, don't run from this," the man sitting next to her says.
She starts to stalk toward the door. Something in me knows that I can't let her leave. Without a word, I appear in front of the door. In her shock, she lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine. I gasp before a word I never thought I would get to say again falls from my lips. "Beloved." She stumbles back. I reach out to grip her shoulders to steady her. Tingles
