might “Warden Egara.”
“Helion, what is it this time?” Her gaze narrowed as she studied what I assumed was an image of me on her side of the conversation. “What happened? You look like shit.” That was Catherine, straight to the point. Her observation was not surprising as I had neither eaten nor slept since Willow left me. I’d been too busy looking for her... and berating myself.
“I need your help.”
“One of my brides in trouble again?”
“Yes, a bride is in trouble.” My bride. My mate. Mine. I would beg this female to help me if I had to. Pray she did not hate me enough to deny me.
Mine. She sighed and shifted in her seat so she could work on one screen and speak to me on another. “Okay. Who is it this time? Where is she? Give me details.” This was not the first time we had collaborated
