No Rest

Havermouth, Present Time

Talen watched as Leighton took Morgana’s hands and she drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes as Sigrid anointed her again with Samuel’s blood. Rhett’s fingers gripped his forearm, clenching tightly. “What the f-k is with the blood?” Talen’s dark-haired mate whispered as if afraid to disturb Aislen’s concentration.

“I do not know,” Talen confessed. “I am intrigued as well.” He saw the flicker of white skirts from the corner of his eye and turned his head to look at the doorway where Leighton’s wife and daughter lingered, watching the proceedings with fascination, as they had watched everything that occurred within the warehouse since their arrival.

He could imagine what it was like for them, rendered prisoners due to their hunger, and forced to live utterly isolated other than each other and Leighton, who kept a tight stranglehold on their movements at all times as was demonstrated by the wards that he had built around the warehouse, not quite trusting that t