How could she run away from him? He felt her fear as if it were his own and the intensity of it scrambled his thoughts. They were paired. She was his mate, but she didn’t quite understand what it meant. Hell, he didn’t even know why it happened so easily. He’d tried for decades with Constance, and hadn’t been able to make the connection. He had never intended to try with Lucy, but as soon as he kissed her, his wits went flying. None of this makes sense, he thought. And she’s right about what she felt. Something was out there. Something big and strong and ill-intentioned. He felt it like sandpaper rubbing against his inner wrists. Rub too long, and blood would flow. Disaster waited, poised and menacing, just beyond the edge of his senses. It had to be Spiders, though how they got past the Sentries’ sensors to gather en masse he had no idea. I can’t let her go too far. There’s no telling what will happen, he thought, shrugging his shirt on. He’d sworn to keep her safe. She trusted him to keep his word.
