Tears sprinkled out of Mircea's eyes for the second time that day. She wanted to laugh at her fate, what a day! She called out sarcastically in her mind.
"Mircea?" She heard Ifor's voice.
His query followed a mind numbing growl. Mircea breathed deeply as her eyes instinctively searched for her mate's. He was staring at her for one second and then he was jumping across the fighting circle, baiting his opponent. Something red flashed in her eyes when she was staring at Frey. Abruptly her heart started beating loudly, was it blood oozing out from his right side?
"Mircea?" Este crouched down next to her as she took Mircea's hand in her. Athos followed his mate sitting down next to her.
"What happened?" He questioned her with alarming anxiety in his brown eyes. Mircea shook her head to tell him it's nothing, he needn't worry about such trivial things. However, she didn't believe he received the message.
