The audible male voice drifted away, as Eliza blinked her eyes open.
“Mate,” she whispered, as she saw the intense and concerned gaze of her king looking down at her.
“Mate,” he softly responded, his hand still stroking her hair.
“Erm, did you hear that?” Eliza asked, her glowing face, flushing with embarrassment.
“I heard a voice, yes. It seems we are chosen,” Fitz smiled down lovingly at her.
“I thought I was going crazy,” Eliza breathed, her eyes never leaving her mates.
“No, you began to glow, and I felt a power from you. It was then I heard a voice,” Fitz softly smiled at her, still holding his mate in his arms, and stroking her hair.
Eliza had the strength to sit up, but she did not want to, enjoying the sparks of pleasure which were consuming her body from her mates to
