Thirty-two:
Crimson Ashland
It felt strange being back at Castle Lupine without Raoul. The Queen made her way through to me as Conan led me into the palace. “Crimson!” she called to me, wrapping me in a hug. I was startled by the warmth. “I’m so pleased that you are back. I was so worried when you fell ill.”
I winced at the words “fell ill”. It made it sound like I could possibly get better. There was no getting better.
“Yes,” I said, “has there been any sign of Raoul?”
“No,” she said, “from what everyone can tell, the last time that he was seen was in the village.”
“How can I help?”
“Well, you’re his mate. You can sense each other.”
I frowned. “We can sense each other?”
“Haven
