Clad in just his boxers, Declan scrambled out of bed on the opposite side from Everly. He held out his hands in a non-threatening gesture, a look of confusion across his face. “I’m Declan,” he paused about to say mate, but instead blurted out, “your chosen.”
Everly looked at him, skepticism etched all over her face before she started pacing and muttering in Latin. Things in the room started to swirl and the Latin got louder while Everly cast longer and longer glances at Declan, clearly checking him out, but the agitation increased. “Bad sign,” Declan thought.
Everly finally froze mid-sentence and turned to face him, the statement Declan made sinking in. Everything that was rattling abruptly stopped. Declan held his breath and maintained eye contact. “My WHAT?” Everly cried. “What realm
