Mending the Fractures

Freya's P.O.V:

The ghost of Gideon’s grateful kiss lingered against my forehead. When he opened his eyes, the dark irises bled into a bottomless, feral black. The mate bond hummed beneath my skin, thick and electric. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was mind-linking them.

A sudden rush of displaced air swept through the hallway. Silas and Dante blurred into existence right before us. The he