It was going to be more difficult than Dastan had envisaged. Tearing himself away from Maera would feel like tearing a part of his flesh from his body. Every cell inside him protested at the mere concept of being separated from her. Even Meir was eager for her, enjoying the company of her demure wolf.
Despite the fact that they were on borrowed time, she was fast becoming an addiction, one which he could no longer shake off. He’d given up fighting himself, enumerating reasons why he should stay away from her. Maera Henderson was part of his life for as long as it took. She made him happy. Period.
He was floating on cloud nine and was therefore unprepared for the unexpected turn of events.
One day he was in his office trying to sort out his workload for the week when there was an unsol
