Lucas

He gently grazed his rough thumb on his soulmate's bluish cast circling faintly on her delicate skin.

Anna Marie. She looked so tired -- only a few hours of sleep for her while she was in his arms. He held her all night to dispel her nightmares. It had help -- only just.

A surge of protectiveness calling forth hand in hand with extreme possessiveness surged through his veins. It took an effort to hold it down - tamping his impulses. Muscles tensed and protested. The drive to lock her on a castle until the danger had passed was a serious thought. One he was really considering. How?

How...