Xena
“Relax Mate. You worry too much,” Xael tells me and plants a kiss on my forehead.
I can’t help but smile. He can read the deepest of my thoughts.
It has been seven years since our Epsilon sensed Draco, but nothing has happened.
“Draco might be long dead for all we know,” he adds, but I doubt it.
“I have a feeling that he is lying low, waiting for us to take down our guard.”
He turns me around and gives me that smile. Greyed out and wrinkled, yet he is still the most handsome man I have ever seen.
“We will never let our guard down, nor will our pups and grand pups. We have made certain that they know how dangerous witches can be.”
I let out a sigh and nod. He is right. I must focus on the positives. We have truly been blessed.
“Ready to leave your home for half a year?”
