Gage
GageFire had replaced the blood in my veins. For the first time in my life I fully understood the significance of my family bloodline, the gifts of the original royal families. Not even Bryn could keep up as I raced across the ground like the wind.
I didn’t bother with a shuttle. I could scent the bastard and my mate, smell the terror pressed to the locked doors on the balcony. He’d held her there. Frightened her. Carried her away.
Von was tracking the others I’d scented, the six males who had stood by and watched the traitor hurt my mate. Torment her. Take her from me. I’d named them, known each and every one by the lingering trace they’d left behind.
“Gage. Stop!” Bryn’s voice carried on the still night air, but I didn’t want to stop. I needed to kill Geoffrey.
“Gage! We need a
