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Moving toward the bed, I sit on the edge of the mattress. “What happened, Wells? Have you been like this the whole time?”

Placing my hand on his cheeks, I move some of his dark hair. It's so long now. He doesn't move. Only his chest as he takes slow, steady breaths.

“I love you, Wellson Birch,” I whisper, then lean over and press a kiss to his lips.

Pulling away, I stand, then leave the room, heading for the kitchen.

I want these guys to wake up to something from the past.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

DONOVAN

Morning light shining through the window wakes me up. I immediately reach for Silver, but she's not there.

“She's gone,” Arrow mutters from the door. He's holding a note in one hand and a muffin in the other.

Groaning, I throw my head back onto the pillow. “I know last night was a gift, but why do I feel like it was a curse?”

“She's ours, Don. I can feel her in my chest, but there's something not right with it. It's like a swirl of darkness, just sitting there, waiting to be released.”

I rub my chest and nod, sitting up. “I can feel it too. Do you think it's because she's darker than before?”

“I think it has more to do with her soul dying, but if that happens… what does that mean for her mates?”

We should go see Clara.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, but I don't want to leave the cottage yet.”

He looks behind him as if he's waiting for something, then frowns and shakes his head.

“You good?” I ask, while kicking the blankets away from my legs and getting off the bed.

“Yeah. I'll go get dressed and we can go. I also found a book that may have more insight into Silver and our soul bonds.”

“It's weird that we never bonded sooner. I mean for a while there I was fucking her two, three times a day.”

Arrow scoffs and mumbles under his breath. “I know.”

As he walks down the hall, I do a tidy up spell, to make sure her room is clean and ready for when she returns.

Because she will be back. Silver is ours as much as she's his.

After her room is picked up, I stride to my bedroom to change. I also want some of her muffins.

I can't believe she was up, baking in the middle of the night and I slept through it. I have missed watching her flit around the kitchen.

Entering my room, I pause. There is a package on the bed. A black box with a blood-red ribbon and a card on top.

“Hey, Arrow, do you have a package?” I shout over my shoulder.

He appears a few moments later with a matching box in his hands. It's unopened and he's studying it hard.

“I can't see what's inside. It's blocked, but do you think it's from Silver?”

“I don't know. On three?” I suggest, since we are both wary of opening it.

“Yeah, on three,” Arrow says, placing the box next to mine on the bed. He moves to use his hands and I grab his arm.

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