Fane’s eyes held his mate’s while she rested in a plush chair provided by the sprites. Slate lay sleeping in her arms, and he wanted nothing more than to hold them both.
“We are fine, Fane,” Jacquelyn said through their bond. “Deal with Jen before Andora does some sort of sprite voodoo on her a*s and Decebel loses his crap.” She was weak but attempted to cover it up with bravado and attitude.
“I love you, Luna,” he told her for probably the hundredth time in the last couple of hours.
She smiled at him, sending her love flowing through their bond.
“I swear on all the lives of every stupid person, which you know is a hell of a lot, that if you don’t get your all-seeing sprites in here and tell us what they know, I will start cutting people. I don't even give a flying pixie’s a*s who I c
