Leander
Thomas and Azriel keep debating what’s best to do about Marek, but I’m too preoccupied to follow any of it. I end up just staring at the doorway, watching the space where Emily stood to put the period on her displeasure.
The girl is electrifying. And I’m not the only one who knows it. Or who should know it, anyway.
Shit, as of today, Thomas has bonded himself to her. And she was mated to Azriel before I even came on the scene. That being the case, why is it neither of them seem to be able to hear her? You’d think they’d have the keenest sense of what she needs, but from what I can see, they always wind up at cross purposes with her.
“We need allies,” Thomas says, opening up to include me in their conversation. “Leander, do you know anyone in Prague who might be willing to stand beside us?”
“Let me think,” I mumble. “Possibly.”