Javier glanced at his daughter. She had been standing by the window since her mate stepped out to go and fight. She could see the worry in her eyes, in the slight tightening of her jaw. He looked at Xander, standing just a bit from his beloved. He understood their worry. Dustin, being part of the warriors, was on the battlefield.
“Taz,” Javier called for his daughter. He knew that Jazmine and Nova had both been taken to safety. The only reason Jazmine agreed to go with them was the promise she had wrung from him to keep their daughter safe and that Maqual had always protected them before they knew about the supernaturals.
Tazanna turned to her father, “Yes, dad?”
“I need to send a message to Sorsha. Can you disrupt the waves so that the witches won’t be able to get the message?”
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