He jumped a little too far and crashed into a chair, which he assumed stood by the table next to the one he’d run into.
“Jyran?”
Adara was there somewhere on the other side of the sea of darkness.
“Oh, for f**k’s sake.” The growly voice had the hairs all over his body stand on edge. There he was. Jyran’s mate. Jyran’s hope. Jyran’s home.
“Get the rat out of here. I don’t want him anywhere near me.” Then something slammed—a door?
“Jyran?” Adara sounded confused, but Jyran couldn’t focus on her right now. He was too busy dying. Rat? His mate had called him a rat.
He’d come around. He had to. Finding his mate had been Jyran’s only hope. It was part of why he went around the world with Adara. Staying hidden in a small town wouldn’t increase his chances of ever finding his other half.
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