Rowan pov The cold mud near the terminal gatehouse didn’t move easily under my boots, the grey slush freezing over into black ice before the runoff could reach the drainage ditch.My knuckles were raw where they’d hit Caleb’s jawbone, the split skin leaking blood that crawled down his chin and stained his shirt.The line guards were still gathering the scattered transit packets from the gravel path, but the heat under my collarbone wouldn’t let me look down to inspect whatever was going on..Caleb headed back toward the western line quarters with his mouth full of blood, but his voice was still stuck inside the wood of the fence posts. Every word he’d said about Kaelen, every small filthy detail about the high grass behind the old stables, kept turning in my head until it ached from the pressure.The mate bond was a dark, twisting cord pulled tight against my chest, the vibration coming through the link so hot it made the cold sleet feel like dry ash against my eyelashes. Her scent w
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