Chapter 10Marek let out a choked-up sound and started to weep in earnest.
“Oh, it’s all right,” Arran said hastily, hugging him close and backing him into the tiled wall, away from the water. “I’m here, Marek, I’m here.”
The sentiment only made him cry harder. Ten years of pain and longing, of suffering without his mate came pouring out as his knees gave out, and Arran was too slow to try to catch him.
Then they were on the floor, and Arran only let go to reach up to turn the water off. The enclosed space had heated up a little, but not nearly enough. Marek pressed himself against Arran’s body and wept.
The relief was like nothing else he’d ever felt before. The closest was those days after Briar’s birth when it had been touch-and-go for the preemie. That had been heartbreaking in a wh
