Help yourself to coffee and a croissant.
I’m not looking forward to what’s going to be waiting for me when I get home.
But I’ll miss you.
-Max.
Michelle took a deep breath. She wanted to miss him also.
But she was aching for Votan.
The other half of her heart was still full of longing. She knew there would be strife when he came—and yet, she wished he was there now. Why does this have to be so damned complicated?
She took her cat form to enter the spirit world. Votan’s stream was converging on hers and Max’s. He had to be close to the city.
She transformed and put on a robe. Then she hustled to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. Dealing with Votan was going to take every ounce of strength she had. She was determined to be ready for him.
Hours passed. She kept looking towards the door hoping for a knock. The morning turned into the afternoon. Her body had returned to its heat cycle—this time with a singular desire for her second mate. She paced the floor with an aching tightness in her sex.
