GELLER'S POV
I stayed in my chair, waiting—watching my inbox like it held the key to Emory’s survival. Time blurred. I hadn’t meant to sleep, but exhaustion must have caught up with me. I jolted awake to a sharp, searing discomfort in my stomach.
I knew this pain. I had felt it before.
Panic seized me as my mind spiraled into dark places, conjuring images of Emory—hurt, bleeding, screaming for me. Or worse…
A roar tore from my throat, reverberating through the entire mansion. Prince Cassius had fancied Emory the moment he laid eyes on her. I knew it was him behind all of this, the one causing this pain. My rage flared at the thought of him touching her, of his hands on my mate.
Blinded by fury, I shoved my chair back and kicked my desk with all my strength. The heavy wood crashed half
