KEEGAN POV
We were pacing.
Well—I was pacing. Kyle was hovering like a damn ghost, and Kingsley had his fists clenched like he was ready to punch a wall just for existing. Only Kendrick was being remotely useful, flipping pancakes and frying bacon like breakfast might keep us from going feral.
It wouldn’t.
The whole kitchen smelled like cinnamon and testosterone.
Kendrick had kicked us off stove duty after Kyle tried to eavesdrop on Kat’s call and ended up burning the fcking scrambled eggs*. Smoke detector and all.
Not that I could blame him.
I could feel her. Not just through the mate bond—but under my skin. Like her emotions were threading through my veins. Like her heart was pumping my blood.
Fear. Then confusion. Then white-hot fury.
Holy hell, the fire in my blood…
I knew th
