Waiting was the absolute worst.
Well, no. Being chained up and tortured was worse than waiting, and honestly, hiking was maybe even less fun than the torture.
But waiting sucked.
Felix sat cross-legged a few feet from me, slowly running some cloth over the edges of his sword, which wasn't unsettling at all, and he seemed perfectly content just to hang out until the war started.
This probably wasn't his first rodeo.I had more than enough reason to believe that this wasn't his first time doing this. Hell, it probably wasn't his thousandth rodeo.
I kept opening my mouth, closing it again, and then biting my tongue to suppress all the words that wanted to tumble out.
Since I didn't have bitching and moaning to distract me, my mate bond was looming a lot larger in my consciousness.
I could feel Lucian, angry and worried and determined all at once, and after a while, I could feel all those emotions drawing closer, the bond contracting as he neared.
