Michaela
He’d taken off the silver collar that he put on me in the first place, but held me hostage with my best friend’s life… He’d held me close in his bed at night, unlike any other lover, and been healed by my touch despite not recognising me as his mate… He kept me prisoner here, torn away from my son, because he still believed I was a traitor…
And most of all, my son – our son – had shut out my attempt to reach out over mindlink.
I couldn’t bear the confused tangle of emotions that roiled constantly within me. My thoughts circled in endless, useless loops. Though I threw myself into work at the herb garden that day until I was filthy with dirt, I couldn’t get my mind clear.
Maya actually laughed when she saw the state of me that evening. “Oh, Goddess, I ought to hose you do
