The blood link was filled with icy determination, which was like a blind. Really anything could be kicking around the analytical and insightful blond head. A quiet walk through the meeting area of the large guest suite revealed no Toa. Dominicous continued to the dining area, and then the book room. Nothing. Finally, he poked his head in the mage’s bedroom. Blond head bowed over his clasped fingers, Toa sat on the edge of his bed, naked, eyes closed. “Everything…okay?” Dominicous ventured. “I’ve sexed my way through this house. It hasn’t taken my mind off of the crossroads we’ve landed in.” Dominicous stepped in slowly, keeping to the wall. “Oh?” “Your chosen daughter will mate that…male. He will be tied to us. I do not know if this was a stroke of luck, or the ruiner of our lives.” “Come now, Toa.
