”Hades.” Arrans voice help a note of helplessness to it as Hades crossed the debris covered floor of his friends apartment.
The whole place looked like it had ransacked but it wasn’t until he got to the kitchen that any real sign of a fight caught his attention.
Namely the blood.
A puddle of sticky almost black blood as it congealed on the floor. And he sucked in a breath.
His mate.
Blair.
He had left her here and promised her she would be safe. She had trusted him to make good on his promises and he had let this happen.
“Hades.” His Young commander was at his side and he knelt by that pool of blood. His fingers hovering over it. “Hades I am sorry.”
“She isn’t dead.” His voice was flat as his fingers finally touched the sticky liquid on the floor. It was already cold.
And there
