Destruction of The Seelie Court
I mind-link Damian, and I say,
“Damian, we need Tyler to come to the cabin.”
He growls,
“Why do you need to see Tyler?”
I hiss, wishing he was standing in front of me so I could punch the possessive fool in the face instead; I growl,
“Jasmine is in labor. She wants her fucking mate Damian.”
"Tyler will be there as soon as possible, Lisha; he has his hands full at the moment."
"Thanks, Damian."
I cut the link, as Jasmine groans in pain again, and scratch my head, think Lisha, boiling water, clean towels, and other than that, I haven't got a clue. I go to stand when Jasmine grabs my arm and lets out a low guttural growl,
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