“Yeah!” she says, excited, almost skipping forward. “Isn’t it great?” She clasps her hands excitedly under her chin.
Jesse groans, his head falling back on his neck. But he slips his hands into his pockets and follows his strange, tiny mate to her bizarre little home.
Its difficult to wake up, to pull myself from the fog of sleep. I groan, rolling over in my blankets, burying my head in the pillow and fighting against the headache that pounds in the back of my head. I stretch my hand out, looking for Jacks, wondering why on earth he’s not beneath me like he always is but –
I lift my head when my hand just stretches out across cool sheets, finding no one there.
And then I gasp, sitting up straight, spinning and staring around the strange and luxurious room. Because I have…absolutely no idea where I am.
I begin to pant as my memories come back to me all in a rush. The battlefield – and sending flames everywhere – and being thrown aside, Jackson running for me, and that man grabbing me, pulling me into another world –
I groan again, putting my hands over my face and sinking back into the pillows, because it’s not just some man – it’s my mate.
A mate – another mate. And god, a fucking Atalaxian royal at that.
What on earth was my grandmother thinking?
“Hello?”
I go quite still at the sound of the soft voice, keeping my hands over my face, too shocked to move.
“Ariel?” Footsteps come into the room and I sit bolt upright as my instincts send me on the defense, my canines elongating, ready to fight.
A very small woman with shiny chestnut hair jumps when she sees me, flinching back, her eyes going wide as she lifts her hands close to her face. “I’m sorry!” she gasps, stumbling back over her feet. “I’m so sorry! I – I didn’t mean to scare you!”
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