"Vallath?" Gracie asked. "You didn't tell me you had a brother."
"He is about two hundred years older than me. Thirty years ago he just vanished. No one could find him. We thought he was dead." Arax sounded skeptical. Gracie supposed she would be too after so long without a single word.
She stood from the couch and headed for the front door. Arax caught her gently around her waist before she could make it to the door.
"Where do you think you are going? You are injured." She could feel his need to keep her safe, especially after how close she was to death today. She would be the same if it were him.
She placed her good hand against his cheek. "I'm going to find out why my mates brother wants me dead." She kissed him lightly on the lips and walked out to the porch. Arax was right by her
