CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO: CLARK ENDLESS
Ben was gone.
I could feel it the moment he left. A tug at the heart. An ache in my chest. I clutched at my chest. “Where’s he gone?” I demanded of Thaddeus.
“The boy?” Thaddeus asked.
“Ben,” I said, “Ben Taylor….my….”
Thaddeus’s one, good, eye danced with a peculiar kind of spark that I wasn’t certain that I liked. “Your what?”
“I don’t understand,” I said, “why does it feel this way?”
“You know, my King,” said Thaddeus, “you felt it down there, in the dungeon, when your Kings powers were awakened. You know the truth Clark. All you have to do is admit it. Say the words out loud. It will give you strength.”
I hesitated. “Mate,” I said softly, “he’s my mate.”
Thaddeus nodded.
“But I don’t understand,” I told him, “I thought that I was s
