Of course. Celebrating. Probably celebrating the bond they had already whispered about in secret. Evander’s bond. I felt my chest tighten at how easy it was for them to assume he was the only one for her.
“I’m taking her back,” I said before anyone could argue. Tessa nodded quickly, and the group of demons with her exchanged looks before falling silent. I’d made my intention clear.
I carried her out of the pub, the air hitting us like cold water. The city smelled different outside; it was cleaner, but the churning in my gut didn’t settle. We cut through alleys until I reached the little clothing stall I’d bought pants and a shirt from when I shifted earlier. The stall’s owner, an old woman with more rings than teeth, looked up at us and didn’t blink at the sight of me carrying a pretty unconscious girl.
“Can you call a taxi, please?” I grunted.
She looked at Allison, then back to me, and there was a softness in the way her face opened. “Of course, dear. Is your mate okay?”
The word lodged in my throat like a rock. Mate. I said it aloud in my head once, twice, the sound making something ache and something
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He Will Keep Her Safe.
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