My task is set before me, girl
My mission clear and true.
There'll be black knights and dragons, girl
But I will always come for you.
―Emme Rollins
Mikhail stretched in his bed, seeking the warm feminine form of his mate.
Mate. He had mated Piper. The thought of it made him grin, even half-awake.
"Little dove?" He rolled onto his back, opening his eyes. But she wasn't there. His bed was empty except for him. He sat up and let the sheets slip from his body.
"Piper?" he called out as he slid out of bed and retrieved his clothes. He listened to the sounds in the house as he dressed, ears straining to catch any sign of her.
Nothing. A small knot of tension grew in his stomach.
"Piper?" he called again and left his bedroom. He searched every room, his anxiety spiking each time he came
