Descent
She closed her eyes, releasing a measured breath, but when she spoke again, her voice was softer, gentler: “No, I swear on my name that I will not do that again so please, go to your brother and–”
“Oh hell no,” Alastor snorted, ignoring the way his heart pounded at her vow as he immediately whipped out his cell phone out of his borrowed joggers’ pocket, not trusting himself to look at her face, “…still not taking any chances.”
He can feel the intensity of his mate’s stare bearing on him as he hurriedly dialed Alistair’s number. Hopefully, his twin was already awake by now...
But her voice, no louder than a mere whisper, felt like a thunderous roar to the silence, a beginning of many storms t