62 Avi had barely finished sending her short, neutral message to Cain “Minor injury. I’m fine. Training mishap.” when she regretted every word. Because Cain did not respond. Cain always responded. She tried to sleep, but the anxiety gnawed at her. Hours later, in Ashbarrie… Mikan was reviewing border reports when his sentinel suddenly froze mid-stride. Cain’s entire posture changed, shoulders locked, pupils flaring into molten gold. “Cain?” Mikan asked, already bracing. Cain’s voice was low, lethal. “Who hurt her.” Mikan’s mouth thinned. “So you finally got her message.” Cain didn’t even hear the attempt at calm. His wings pushed through instinctively, black-orange and burning, scraping the room’s wards. “Mikan,” Cain growled. “Let me go to her. Now.” “No.” The single word cracked like a whip. Cain snapped his head toward him, eyes blazing. “She was attacked. Again. You think I’m going to stay here while someone tries to kill my mate?” “You will,” Mikan said evenly, “or yo
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