Chapter 22
“Goodbyes are never good. I don’t understand who started calling bye a goodbye. Goodbyes are really more like ‘I don’t want to leave you, and this sucks so many rotten eggs’ bye.” ~Jacque
Fane didn’t know how he was going to let his mate and his son leave him. Tomorrow morning, very early, all those who weren’t going to fight were evacuating the mansions and departing for the Deep Keep, as his mate kept calling it. And even though he knew they would be safer there than anywhere else, he still couldn’t stand the idea of being separated from them. If something happened, there would be no way for him to get to them to help.
“Quit worrying,” Jacquelyn said as she walked over to where he sat, holding a sleeping Slate. “Here.” She leaned down and started to take their son. “Let me
