"But how do you know that his mate is in the palace? She could be anywhere in Hydra,"Marcus countered, his shoulders tense as he continued to stare at Rigel. He knew that look. He felt the same when he had scented Tania and she had vanished.
Those were the most painful days of his life. Now that she was in Pegasii with her father, she was safe, mostly because the two most deadly foes to her were in the dungeons of Draka, namely Morava and Sirrah. He knew that Biham would keep her heavily protected. Although that was a solace to him, he missed every second of not being with her. It wasn't his fault. He was newly mated and married. He had given up hope on ever meeting his mate over the last five hundred years of his existence, but the moment his mate bond snapped into place, he knew that that was the reason for his existence. Rigel was feeling the same kind of thing or maybe the feeling right before that. And that feeling was mostly that of insecurity, of losing… horrible.