Trouble at Home

Quinlan cast his mind outward, threading his will through the unseen spiritual web that connected him to those who bore his mark.

He touched her essence.

[Master's Link: Jasmine]

The connection snapped to life.

A moment later, a breathless squeal burst into his mind, sounding as if a dam had just broken.

Her voice was high and trembling, drenched in such raw emotion that it made him ache, feeling a bit guilty for taking so long to complete the trial.

He lifted his hand.

Her voice cut in sharply, worried. Panicked.