“She’s under some sort of spell. It’s dark magic and Tarron bargained for it. It will not be easily broken.” Cush knew the kind of magic that could screw with the bond of a Chosen and her mate. And as bad as he hated to admit it, that kind of magic was powerful.
Oakley dropped his arms to his side and shook out his hands. Then he rolled his head from side to side and raised and dropped his shoulders. He looked at Cush and narrowed his eyes. “I’m ready.”
“Perhaps you would like to stretch or do a warm up before battle?”
“Ha, ha,” Oakley retorted dryly. “Let’s just do this.”
Cush pointed in the direction he wanted Oakley to go and then watched as he moved as quietly as he could around to the furthest side of the place Tarron had camped out. Once Oakley was in position to move forward, Cu
