Quanah
She was there, in my arms. Everything around us was the wreckage of the small wooden cabin I’d built years ago, a refuge where I escaped when I wanted to be far from everything. The cabin was gone, but she was still there.
I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, my hand covering her back, wrapped only in that ridiculous sheet.
I still couldn’t believe she’d actually done something so stupid. Luring that demon here—what was she thinking?
Her body trembled, reminding me of what really mattered in that moment. My son and her!
Fear had gripped me when I felt her power surge stronger and knew she’d drawn him there.
I had no idea she’d blown up the house, but I knew something big had happened. Our bond let me feel it.
I might never admit it in my life, but when I saw that
