He wanted to be shepherding his demie, but duty called. At least she hadn’t tried to step outside, just worked the intruders’ backtrail to point of entry and examined the door for a short while, thinking…what?
demieJack longed to know, but the usanaugh bond, while unbreakable, was far more tenuous than it should be. In any case, she’d turned away, pulling her hair back and braiding with swift fingers as she moved, graceful and nervous as a stray cat testing a new home’s hidden dangers. She went straight downstairs to join Amelia and Jolie; maybe she even felt his shadowing.
usanaughIt was no great trick to move unseen by skins, but a demie was something else entirely.
demieShe was safe enough with a jäger and a shaman in attendance; Allison’s protégé was broadcasting waves of warm goodw
