Troy
“Moon above, the amount of time your mate spends unconscious is concerning,” Saul said dryly.
I shot him an annoyed look. It had only been two days since we returned. When Willa had returned, Jenson and several of my guards had started toward us in SUVs, which was fortunate. Carrying an unconscious Kiana back when Claudine was willing to so boldly kidnap her was not something I had relished. Especially considering the rough shape we were all in. It had taken us a day to gain the energy to move, and it would have taken us twice as long to return if we’d been carrying Kiana.
The six vehicles and three dozen guards had been welcomed.
“You wouldn’t be walking if it wasn’t for her,” I reminded him as I looked up from the journals in my lap. It was early in the morning. I’d gotten a few
