Dorian slammed on his brakes just before crossing the sign welcoming him to Graves Landing. In the middle of the highway stood Seraphine, the witch. They'd only met once before at Obsidian Ridge when she'd broken through his lock spell on the balcony with Talia. Seraphine had crossed in astral form looking for Luca.
He slowed. His mate's voice—Malena—echoed in his head. Do not stop for her ass, mate! Run her over! Malena spoke in his mind. She was present there, keeping him company on the drive.
Dorian slammed on the brake, not because he had concerns of running Seraphine over—although he wished he could—but because he was curious what the hell she wanted. He mindlinked everyone.
Well, I found Seraphine. Or, she found me. Just confirmed. Seraphine is here in Black River. Dorian project
