The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin
His fingers moved sluggishly, trembling with a fine, constant tremor that rattled the device against his knees.
Guller looked up. The moon hung in the zenith—a silver, silent eye. It was perfect. It was cold. And it was stealing her.
"She is drifting," Guller rasped. The vibration of his own voice hurt his chest. "The heartbeat signal... the interval is increasing. 0.8 seconds. Now 0.9."
"She’s forgetting," Viggo said. The Alpha lay on his back, arm thrown over his eyes. His chest rose and fell in jagged hitches. "Gods don't have clocks. She’s forgetting time."