Rogue Soul (The Mythean Arcana Series book 3)
“His woman. He tugged her close and looked down at her. A chasm of fear opened within his chest. She was mortal. There was no way to turn her immortal.
He shook his head to make the thought disappear. There was too much riding on today to be pulled under by such thoughts. Instead, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and rose to shower.
When he got out, he tugged on jeans and walked into the kitchen. Ana leaned against the counter, looking like the best thing he’d ever seen, swamped in his shirt and smiling. She handed him a cup of coffee.
“Thanks,” he said. “Tell me you’ve got a way out of this mess,” she said.
“I do. But first, how did you get me out of those chains?” He’d been thinking about it in the shower. There was no way she could have broken through Gofannon’s shackles.
“It was the strangest thing.” Her brow furrowed. “I was running toward the tor, and suddenly a black falcon flew down and joined me. It had black eyes, a black beak. It didn’t look like a real bird.
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