“Sometimes being the male in a supernatural relationship is like being the captain of a ship in the dead of night without a compass. You’re just floating along aimlessly through the fog, hoping you don’t crash into an unseen object. In this analogy, that object would be any projectile my mate might decide to throw at me.” ~Sorin The blade flew from her hand the second she stepped out of the sprite stronghold. Elle walked backward, pulling another blade from the opposite thigh sheath and flinging it with as much fury as she had the first. Sorin slapped the first one away with inhuman speed and then dodged the next, continuing to move toward her. His eyes shined brightly with his beast, and his canines remained extended. He’d managed to keep the rest of himself from phasing, but Elle knew