Mish’s POV
Wes’s grip on my hand is like a vice, and I’m struggling to keep up in these goddess foresaken heels Jessa forced me into.
“Wes” I call, trying to gain his attention.
Wes’s steps don’t slow as he turns, lifting me into his arms before beginning to leap up the kitchen stairs back to our rooms.
Wes’s endeavors are halted, however, when the alarm blares.
It blares loud and . . . Spine tinglingly clear.
Rogues.
There are rogues.
And from the alarm. . . They have broken through the border.
“Sh*t” Wes hisses, hesitating for a moment before placing me on the carpet before him.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can” Wes promises, taking my face in his palms as he kisses me.
It’s quick, but the emotion within calls to me.
Wes begins to walk away as I kick off my heels, following a
