TWENTY-FIVE
MAGNI
“Magni. Magni. I need you to wake up now.”
I’d recognize that voice anywhere, even if the disembodied sound of it seemed to float toward me from blank nothingness. I sighed softly, content in the knowledge that my mate was near.
“Magni.”
Tendrils of sensations crawled up along my torso, and my conscience landed inside my body with a near-audible thud.
I groaned, suddenly aware of the ache in my arm and the stiffness in my muscles. And the weakness threading through every molecule in my body.
“There you are,” Annabel whispered from somewhere above me, her hand gliding from my chest to my abs, and I realized it was her touch that’d brought me back to my body.
“Are we safe?” I rasped, the effort of speaking nearly tearing my consciousness free again.
“Yes. We’re at
