Jazmine looked around the arena. It was packed. It had been two days since the witches had attacked them. Two days of not seeing her daughter or mate. She and Nova had been hidden, kept away until everything was settled. She was glad that Maqual was with her, and so was Kyle. Speaking of the two men, she turned to them. They were conversing with the High Priestess. The other woman was today in red robes, totally different from her signature white ones. Her hands were clasped in front of her, her head tilted elegantly. Looking at her, you would not imagine she could swing a sword and kill without blinking.
“Where is your head, my love?” Javier’s voice brought Jazmine back.
Jazmine turned to him and shook her head, a small smile on her face, “the past two days.”
“I know they were tough
