Why isn’t she afraid? Castian mused.
[Do you want me to answer or should I shut up?] Tor’el remarked, having tapped into his brother’s mind from when his hands touched their mate’s skin.
[Shut up, if you’re not going to be useful, brother.]
Tor’el bared his teeth, panting.
Castian rolled his eyes mentally.
[What did she call you just now?] Tor’el pressed, still laughing at his brother. [Delectable? Is that allowed between enemies? And what was that other word?]
Castian snarled at his brother in their mindscape.
Tor’el howled and withdrew.
Chyrstal followed Castian deeper into the settlement. Structures of wood and stone had been constructed, nowhere near as grand as the castles of Malbarone, but strong, fortified.
As Chyrstal looked around it became much clearer that the rogues –
