~ HARTH ~
Harth had spent almost an hour pacing his house. She couldn't sit still. She knew the guards were outside, and that felt… like eyes on her back, even though they weren't. Even though she knew that the order had been given to leave her alone. And she knew she wouldn't step outside to tempt them to harm her.
Her head knew these things. Her body wasn't quite ready to believe them.
There were males outside who saw her as a threat, and she didn't know what forces were at work to move them.
But she did know her mate.
She put a hand to her chest, pressing on that spot right in the middle that felt so tender, almost hot. And yet… it throbbed not with pain, but with awareness of him.
Not the same awareness he had of her—that was curious, and she pondered that, as well. But she could feel the essence of him. Sense his resolve and his uprightness.
