After breakfast, Dante looks at me apologetically and tells me he has some work to do regarding the ambush. I'd instantly got a ball of worry settle deep in my stomach when I was wrapped up in Dante. It was easy to forget about the danger we were supposed to be in. After seeing the blood all over Dante and spending more time with him, I believed him more and more, the nagging voice that was telling me to get the hell away from here that had freaked out at the existence of vampires. To begin with, was slowly becoming a small whisper in the back of my mind.
Dante was right. My heart and body were winning out over logical thought and I could feel the mating bond. What Dante had explained was that in my mind it was like threads as he spoke. I imagined them and I had one thread for me, one for
