I HAD ONE SPLIT SECOND to be aware of hot salt on my tongue, the flavor melding with stream water. Then the mate bond clicked into place. Molten l**t flooded my belly. The scent of Ryder encircled me even though it was physically impossible to smell anything underwater.
My mate’s voice in my head was sweeter than Court’s most decadent honey. “Skye.”
“Ryder.”
The intensity of our connection made me suck in a deep breath...only, there was no air available to be inhaled. Water caught in my windpipe just as water slapped against my outside. A wall of water pushing us down, away from the surface. Down, past where the bottom of the stream should have been. Down, into pitch darkness.
We tumbled end over end, hands joined around the Kingmaker. My fingers started to slip free, then Ryder’s free
