Ulysses
I paced my study trying to quell the unease in my stomach. Michael should have been back by now. I paused before the floor to ceiling window, gazing out into its darkness, searching for answers on the dark horizon.
Something was terribly wrong. I could feel it in my gut. I should never have allowed him to go back to her alone, but I’d wanted to hope that seeing her would help calm the raging beast within and give him just a little more time before he turned.
He wasn’t dead. No. I could still touch his mind. But he had blocked me from his thoughts which was just as alarming. Being twins and being so very close, we hardly ever closed ourselves off from one another.
I tried convincing myself it wasn’t anything, to not go afte
