THEO LOOKED AT HIS MATE AND SMILED. He brushed the strand of hair covering her face. He dipped down and kissed her bare shoulder. They had just finished their steamy session, and his mate looked very tired.
“Theo…”
Theo’s eyes looked outside the window, to the endless night, trying to see who might have called him.
“Theo…”
He might not be mistaken. That voice was calling him, and he was sure that he was not dreaming right now.
Theo slowly gets up from bed and fixes the blanket on Artemis’s body. He wore his clothes, his cloak, and his boots before he stepped out of the room.
He stopped when they reached the Main Hall of the Polar Tower and saw Cassiel sitting on the wooden couch, staring at the fireplace. The firelight was casting golden shadows on the ancient stone walls.
Seeing
