Archer

she replies, her voice sounding dazed and distant. “I can feel you, but something’s keeping me from pulling you in.”

I close my eyes and focus on the phantom sensation of her consciousness in mine. I give myself over to the feeling and let her wrap around me. It’s easy to give in to it. It’s all I ever want—to be as close to my mate as possible.

“Pull again,” I tell her, hanging on tightly to her essence.

Suddenly, the world around me dips and sways. I’m no longer aware of my body or of Sable’s warmth pressed against me. There’s only darkness and the distinct sensation that...