Mated To My Enemy's Rival
Sarah crossed the room slowly, her hands trembling slightly beneath her shawl, and sank down onto the edge of my mattress like her bones had suddenly grown too heavy to hold her upright.
"Sarah?" I took a hesitant step forward, dropping to my knees on the rug before her, reaching out to gently close my hands over her cold fingers. "What happened? What's wrong? Is it the shifters again?”
Sarah looked down at our joined hands, her thumb stroking the back of my knuckles with a slow, absent rhythm. A single, shaky breath hitched in her chest.
"It isn't the shifters, Cassandra," she whispered, the words trembling with a raw, bleeding ache. "Alaric presented his findings from the warriors recovere