Logan’s voice shook with uncertainty. “It’s started. Jessa fainted in the kitchen, and now is teetering between conscious and unconsciousness. You two need to fix this now,” the tone in her voice said it all. Damion’s mind whirled with their options, but the mere idea of marking her without her full consent held his feet affixed to the floor. He shot a glance at Logan, and realized he wasn’t the only one in a mental dilemma. “Christina, we can’t mate her without her consent. Plus, she has to partake…is there any way for you to make her aware of her surroundings long enough for us to explain to her?” “I can try to reach out to her telepathically and get her to drink some of Autumn’s tea concoction. It will only work for a very short amount of time, so you both best get your words planned out now. One of you carry her to the guest bedroom upstairs. I will go heat the tea and meet you up there. With a little luck, we might be able to pull this off,”
