Warrior (Princesses of Myth #2)

“Trust me, we’re committed.” He pulled me to him and bent his head. “You are a difficult mate, disappearing constantly from my sight. I couldn’t focus on my work with the way you left.”


“Too bad. I can’t teleport, so I’m at the whim of others.”

His lips brushed my cheek. “I–” His lashes fluttered down as he drew in a haggard breath.

“You?”

His mouth came down on mine, his kiss taking my breath away.

I held onto the rear loop of his black jeans. Wow, my mate could kiss like there was no tomorrow.

Oh yes, he felt so good this close. Such a sensory overload. If only I could merge my mind with his...

A small sigh escaped me. What was I doing? I didn’t need him thinking he had to watch over me every second of every day. I had a life, so separate from his.

A low groan rumbled from him. “This is not the place, or the time.”

“My thoughts exactly, and we’ve a thirty mile walk ahead of us tomorrow so we can reach the new Sol compound. That’s why Maslin brought me. He’s heard of my skill of mind-merge and believes we’ll find answers there. This could be where Katerin Sol’s family came from.”

“I never considered No-Man’s Land as where Katerin Sol’s ancestry might come from. There are so few who live here, and this desert isn’t a part of Dralion or Peacio. Is Sol certain he’s heard of mind-merge from within this clan?”

“He’s heard the odd bits and pieces, although his trips here have been more about meeting his family and rebuilding lost bonds. Maslin’s grandparents remained here forty years ago when the dome was created, but his father took the opportunity to relocate to Dralion when it was offered. We must have had tight ties with No-Man’s Land back then.”

“You hear that, Davio?” Silas called to him.

Loveria swung to face us. “Yes, and so should Faith. She needs to know about this.”

“No, she can’t. My father said he loses sight of me. She won’t know where you are with her forethought, any more than my father knows where I am. Being in this gray area is the same as being in the dark. Visually they can’t see us, just as we don’t have the skills to reach them, either by ’porting or telepathic communication. We’re on our own out here.”

He swiped a hand through his golden-brown hair. “If she checks on me, which she will before the day is out, she won’t see me and she’ll worry.”

“Did you not warn anyone of where you were headed?”

“Zac and Viv know.” A firm statement as he eyed me. “They were the only ones I contacted before we followed Moyer’s ’porting airstream to this location.”

Silas ran his boot back and forth, scuffing up the sand underfoot. “They’ll tell Faith when we don’t turn up before nightfall and likely guess we’re in the gray area.”

“That’ll be what Zac and Viv will suspect.” Loveria came closer, breaching the five foot mark, which had my blood bubbling in confrontation to his. “Hope, why do you keep holding off from meeting your sister?”

I battled to keep my warring emotions under check. Being this close to Loveria was the pits. In fact, anywhere in his vicinity was. And to think my sister had to merge her mind with his and physically touch him, skin-to-skin to cease the pain which now beat at me. It was a shame this was not a skill and lost within the gray area. Instead it was embedded in my DNA.

Setting my hands on my hips, I huffed. “I’ve already told Silas why. Kate still adapts to Dralion. She’s gone through too much since her arrival and Alexo is waiting to ‘see’ the right moment to tell her of me. He has not asked for long, so I will wait. And if Faith knew of my existence, would she keep it to herself? Would she speak to Kate?”

Loveria cocked a brow. “Faith has always longed for family, so I can only say she will kill me for what I’ve withheld. She will want to meet you.”

Silas snorted. “Faith will kill me first before she ever lays a hand on you. I am the one mated to her sister and have known the longest. That will not pass her notice.”

I glared at them both. “Then it’s best she not know right now. This is Alexo’s problem and one he should have to deal with. Not me.”

Silas gripped my shoulders and maneuvered me back two steps. “You have to remember the five foot mark, and to restrain your temper around Davio.”

“I don’t have to restrain anything. I like fighting with him. It does my soul good.”

His lips twitched. “Yes, so I see. By all means, ignore my request.”

“I will, and Loveria and I wouldn’t even be fighting if you hadn’t have brought him here, or come yourself. You didn’t need to.”

“I came because I am driven to see to your welfare. We are soul-bound, and it appears I detest having you out of my sight.”

“Well, get used to it. I am from Dralion.”

Loveria coughed. “Right, since you two are back to fighting, I’ll head inside and set up somewhere for us to sleep, as far away from the warriors as possible. We’ll need our rest for tomorrow. That’s if we can get any.” He walked to the door and edged inside, fisting his hand over the hilt of his sword.