With a grim expression, Dastan listened to Eden narrating how they had been blocked by a snowstorm and that they had no use of power to contact anyone. It was a plausible explanation, but somehow it left him unaffected.
He wasn’t in the least concerned about the fact that Eden had just spent so many days alone in the company of his enemy. No, his focus was on Maera who had been so mercilessly beaten and risen from the bed without any regards to her health or condition. He was worried beyond measure, but he could hardly abandon his long-lost mate to inquire about her state.
“I’m sorry,” Eden was saying in an apologetic voice. “I shouldn’t have run from here,” she lifted her shoulder in a faint movement out of pure desperation.
“Why did you?” Dastan felt bound to ask. He could understa
