Heath and Talen

Havermouth, Present Time

Heath could not sleep. At first, his concern for Rhett had kept him awake, listening to his dark-haired mate’s every breath and every movement, alert for anything that might indicate trouble. Worried was an understatement. He was nauseated with fear. Rhett’s face was taking on the shadows of the corpses at the hospital – his skin sinking to his bones in a truly terrifying way, as if he were being consumed from the inside out.

If Rhett… Ah, f-k, even thinking the word caused a stabbing pain in Heath’s chest. He couldn’t imagine life without Rhett. He couldn’t imagine waking and knowing that Rhett wasn’t in the world. Even at the worst moments of the Triquetra over the last five years, even in their darkest days when he thought that Rhett or Cameron would reject the bond, it had been no where near as horrifying as the prospect of losing a mate, not just as a lover and life partner, but to lose them altogether…

He couldn’t do it, he thought. He did not think th