CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN: BEN TAYLOR
Having a mate was nothing like I expected. I had thought Emma was who I wanted to be with. Had loved her even. But coming to faerie, and being with Clark, was like nothing that I had ever experienced. I could hear him. Feel him. I knew his very thoughts. He was inside my head, and I was inside his.
That was why I could feel the worry swirling inside him ever since he had had the visit from his daughter.
“Can’t you worry a little quieter?” I asked.
Clark was out on his bedroom balcony. It overlooked his kingdom, with stunning views of the forest and the courts that lay beyond it.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to curse Emma. Or drug her. Or hurt her in anyway. She’s been through enough.”
“I know,” I placed a ha
