4Nyomi sat on her throne brooding. She hated this. She hated it every time it happened even though she’d accepted the reality of it before Rodu even did.
She’d been a warrior for the entirety of her long life. She well knew the cost of that kind of service.
“Mother, my bed is empty, and there is no trace of my mate in your queendom. Where is she?”
Nyomi straightened and faced the male stomping toward her. “Where is who, Axel?”
“You know who I mean.”
Nyomi huffed—then narrowed her eyes at her son. “I do not know where Sugar is. Ask your father.”
“Very well,” Axel said, looking around. “Where is my sire? I’ve checked the training room and the library.”
“I don’t know where your father is either,” Nyomi said stiffly. “I will not know where he has gone until he returns to me. That is how
