Irina
I walked numbly behind Alec and the siren called Norah. His hand hovered over her lower back. I felt disjointed from reality. How was he alive? The hole in my heart felt raw, its jagged edges bleeding again, trying to knit together around a ball of disbelief. Silently we filed into Alec room. Norah looked around and sank onto the bed. Alec tucked her under his arm. She watched me warily. I guess I deserved that.
“Why did you attack him?” she said, suddenly, her breathy voice stronger.
“I couldn’t believe it was him. I’m still struggling now,” I said.
She huffed a breath, and I raised an eyebrow, she looked away nervously.
“She is protecting her mate,” my siren said.
“Yeah, well I’m protecting my sanity,” I told her.
“What was Quinn saying about a dark magic attack?” Alec
