Everything was ready now…

From the Silvercrest spot on the battlefield, Ma’Heron saw her walking regally beside Abner, head held high, hands to her side, stride as sensuous as ever. Her long, thick, and tousled dark mane perfectly framed her square-jawed and serious face, making his mate look like a strong, determined amazon surrounded by her male underlings.

The only evidence of her brokenness was her puffy eyes; and the darkened, swollen skin underneath them.

He also knew that underneath her black dress suit, the same one she wore the day she disappeared from work, he would be seeing more swelling and darkened patches all over her body. His assessment...