Ha’ven stood outside the door to the living quarters of his mate and waited to see if she would answer the door. He shifted impatiently as nothing but silence greeted him. He had left the following day after she ran from him, but not before he had tried several times to talk to her.
Frustration ate at him when she refused to see him. Hell, she even refused to answer his silent requests! The last time he tried to see her Abby had answered the door and said it was up to Emma if she wanted Ha’ven to enter. A locked bedroom door had been his answer.
Out of desperation, he had slipped into her mind when she finally fell into an exhausted sleep right before he and Adalard departed. Agony and sorrow burned deep into his soul as her vivid dreams filled his mind. The pain, fear, and overwhelming
