“What's going on?” I ask Darius. He looks up at me, nipping at my neck, making me shudder.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” he mumbles against my skin. My bond ignites as he grips my hips, rolling me against him.
“Something is wrong. You two have been fighting all week,” I tell him, making a pouting face.
“Just leave it,” Darius says, his eyes darkening. Yet I know Lycus and Kalen are struggling with their bonds, too. With Darius sleeping in the other room, Kalen’s sleepwalking is out of control. Pain isn’t accurate enough of a word to describe it. It’s almost like Kalen is missing a limb. They don’t know how to function without him.
Darius is an extension of them. For years he was their keeper, so naturally they gravitated toward him. It has become abundantly clear over the last cou
