Page 41 of Nocturnal Desires

“I’m sure there is something I could do.” She looks lost in solving the problem already. “Why?”

“Because I was right, Loukas?—”

“Your mate?”

I nod. “He’s in trouble.”

“And for him to escape the Daughters of Eris, he needs one of these anti-tracking things.”

“I actually need three.”

“Three? Why?”

“Because we can’t leave without his children,” I tell her, jutting my chin out.

“His what?” she asks, shaking her head. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. Let’s go.”

With that, she grabs my hand and the two of us land in the middle of her workshop back on the island.

“I’ll work, you talk,” she says, pointing an accusing finger at me while rushing to grab books off the shelves. As she does, I spill the tea—so to speak. I tell her most—but not all—of what Loukas told me.

“Let me get this straight. This Antonia chick, the High Priestess of the Daughters of Eris, and Loukas, your mate, have two children together, and she’s been keeping them there by threatening to kill his family?” I nod. “And she killed his father?”

“That about sums it up, yes.”

“Damn,” she says, staring off into space. “I always thought I had cornered the market of crazy exes kidnapping you.”

She shrugs, and I smile and wait for her laughter to die out.

“So, can you do it? I’d like to go back and be close by in case he needs me.”

All laughter drains from her face at my words, and she walks over to me, wrapping me in a hug.

“I can. Why don’t you go get a few hours of sleep while I get them ready? Then I’ll teleport you back there as soon as they’re done.”

“But…” I go to protest, but she steps back, holding up her hand.

“You need rest if you’re going to be able to help them. Sleeping in my spare room is going to be a lot more comfortable than sleeping on the forest floor or a rocky beach. Besides, I’m going to call Sebastyn and Sarah to come over and help me. It won’t take long for us to do this together.”

Agreeing with her logic, I nod and turn toward the hallway leading to her spare room. I do not need any directions. I’ve spent more than my fair share of nights in her spare room when we’ve had our girl nights, and I didn’t want to go home alone.

What I suspect is more than a few hours later, I am gently shaken awake.

I sit up with a start. “Skarlyt?”

A scoff greets me.

“Is that how you greet your bestie?” Breanne asks in a tone of mock hurt.

“Sorry, Bree. I was expecting Skarlyt,” I tell her, pulling her in for a hug.

“Now that’s the reception I was expecting,” she says giddily. “Come on, get up, get dressed. I heard you have a mate to save.”

Her words spur me into action, reminding me that I do have a mate and his children to save. I throw the covers off me.

“I brought you some clothes, and you have enough time for a quick shower. We’ll meet you in the workroom.”

“You’re the best!”

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