Chapter 34

A flash of despair arced neatly across his entire core. Virgil smothered a gasp, ruthlessly quashed the instinct to curl in on himself. The emotion was not his, not directly. It belonged to Travis. Virgil never much cared for the finer details of quantum entanglement when it came to bonds, but now he was only grateful that it existed. The bond’s help was negligible, insofar as finding a location for his mate. The confirmation, ephemeral though it was, let Virgil slough off some of the tension. Rage, on the other hand, swiftly filled the empty space left behind.

It prickled hot through his skin and muscles in a subtle vibration. Someone had his mateand he was stuck, stonewalled into an excruciating wait.

Frozen, he rumbled a sub-vocal stream of violence on the head of whoever had Travis.

And waited. 11