He had contracts to assign, funds to transfer, communications to make, it was going to be dawn soon, and she wasn’t to be initiated quite yet. He was under orders. No turning without her full consent. He’d known it and still had to be commanded to cease taking her fluid. He couldn’t help it. Nothing had ever felt so good, been so fulfilling, or salved so many wounds. Nothing.He wasn’t a crusader knight anymore, blindly adhering to his vows. That life ceased the moment Akron found him dying of his battle wounds and changed him, granting him this after-death existence, but he’d always known there was something more. And now he had it. Or soon would. She was his mate. The glow infused him again just at the fact she actually existed and he’d found her. His mate! Somehow Akron had known it, too.The man was unreadable and complex. Tristan knew little more than when he’d first sworn allegiance to the man. As Akron’s most trusted vassal – the man holding the secrets and codes to the entire operation - Tristan should’ve been a close confidante, but he wasn’t.
