“Perfect! You have your mates back, now you can leave mine alone.” A dark-haired woman with a swollen jaw stood on a balcony overlooking us all.
I assume this one had some kind of relationship with Alistair, judging by the growl that erupted from his chest at the words of the woman.
“Not now, Adoria.” He snapped at her, making his way up to us.
Tensely, he stood taking us in. The moment his eyes met mine I had to force down the urge to rip his throat out. The image of us gathered around an exhausted Harley with that little boy in our arms replayed in my head.
“We know what you are to her,” I grumbled as Harley’s head shot up. Her eyes were full of fear at my words.
“We don’t like it, but we understood our goddess when she said we had to accept the bond between the two of you in orde
