Tarla
Something on him smelled terrible. I suspected it was the stench of that creature’s blood. I had heard the bellow of agony and fury from the cavern behind us and knew Kael had badly wounded it. By the urgency he was propelling us through the passage, it was wounded. I gripped wrists so thick, my fingers couldn’t span them. His big, strong body was behind me. His bare chest was against my back. His breath was on my hair. Words, mostly foreign and incomprehensible, but some familiar, murmured to me in reassuring tones.
My heart still pounded. I couldn’t believe this male had risked his life for mine. He barely knew me. My thoughts returned to the gold markings on his arm. I had to wonder if something had happened that I was not aware of. Those markings were not there when we met. The
