Chapter 35
SERATH
S he’s gone for the evening, and I’m still hiding in the observatory. This is pathetic.
“Here.” Selas passes me a cup of tea. “It’s herbal.”
“Great.”
She laughs softly. “Trust me, it will help you relax.”
“I could do with some of that.” I set the cup down to let the beverage cool.
“She should have stayed in,” Prasan says from his spot by the computer setup.
“You are such a mother hen,” Selas says. “Let her have a little fun before…”
I can’t stop the wry smile that paints my lips. “Before her life becomes a series of duties and lethal engagements?”
“You have such a way with words,” Selas says.
Willowman enters the room carrying a mug of something. “I love the view up here.”
“You should just move in,” Selas says.
“I would, but Varsa needs me.”
A rush of heat washes over me, coming out of nowhere.
Alarm bells fill my head as my gut tightens and my cock hardens.
“Serath? What’s wrong?” Selas asks.
“I’m not sure.” I swallow against a dry mouth. “Is it hot in here?”
Willowman shoots me a strange glance. “No. It’s not.” He looks down at my ankle. “You’re glowing.”
I finally register the constriction. The effect that only happens when my beast is being suppressed in Cameron’s presence. She isn’t here, so how is this possible?
“Willowman?”
He shakes his head. “The sigma mate bond is uncharted territory, and Cameron is halfblood. I don’t know what to tell you.”
“You should check on her,” Prasan says. “She could be in trouble. For all we know, your bond has grown despite not consummating.”
Another rush of heat is followed by a deep pulsing sensation low in my belly, the kind that comes when I’m inside a female. Oh…fuck.
“Where is this party?”