BRYANT
The next day, I went in search of Tallia shortly after lunch.
I followed her scent to a small living room and found Zarron hovering in the doorway, watching her speak with the two shifters grieving their newly dead mates.
“What’s she doing?” I asked as I watched her sitting across from the two of them, encouraging them to speak to each other.
“She’s helping them,” he said, his voice cracking. “She spent time with each of them individually this morning and now she’s having them meet with each other, so they know that someone is there for them that’s in the exact same shoes.”
I blinked at the side of his head before turning and looking back at my mate. She was speaking in low, gentle tones to them and holding each of their hands in one of hers.
“Come away from here,” I said to Zarron. “Come have a drink in my office.”