GAHRYE
They were still sitting on the couch, Gahrye almost afraid to breathe—he was so closely monitoring her breathing and scent. If she was going to shift, he wanted Kalle out of the way. Just in case. But Elia remained in her true body, though her hands shook as she turned pages on the first of the journals he'd given her.
He'd picked on book out of the bag at random and was thumbing through the lineage of the Kings seven hundred years earlier when the door finally opened again and his mate entered. He'd heard her steps climbing the massive staircase, but it was still always a relief when she was in front of his eyes.
Yet, as he got to his feet to greet her, she gave him a warning look, turned and locked the door behind her, then turned back to them both, leaning on the door behind her.
"What's wrong?" Gahrye asked immediately.
Elia looked up, her face falling into worry when she saw the look on Kalle's face.
