Deucalion cradled her head as his lips continued to scorch her skin.
"Deucalion, my king."
Gripping Allison to him, Deucalion turned and snarled toward the new voice. "I told you I was coming. That meant wait until I let you in."
Allison peeked around his shoulder to see a tall woman with long hair in varying degrees of grey and silver. Her eyes were an abnormally bright blue, and her skin was smooth and unlined. Those blue eyes looked from her king to Allison. When she looked back to him, she looked bored and irritated with him at the same time. It was a look that Allison recognized from her own mother. "I understand that, my king. But it's time. We must ready your mate; and you have your own preparations to make."
"Dammit, Gina," he growled before throwing Allison from him so forcefu
