Elizabeth VI

Fero waved his hand casually toward the door and the heavy oak swung open. A tall warrior strode in. 

Elizabeth kept her head buried in Fero's chest, her hand over her eyes, but she opened her fingers just enough to see him. 

His hair was a true black with strands of gray, much like Fero's only not quite as long. His shoulders were wide and he looked very muscular. His eyes were brilliant sapphire, almost startlingly so. 

She recognized him from Juliet's description. This had to be Ikeh, her lifemate and one of Fero's brethren from the monastery. Juliet hadn't mentioned yet, the story of how the two had met, of how he had stopped her from leaving the estate, but the latter had shown her the lifemate.

He came straight to Fero's side and reached out. Fero's arms abandoned her for one moment, reaching toward Ikeh, clasping forearms in the way of the Ancient warrior greeting.

"Juliet," Ikeh called and turned toward the open door and held out his hand.