Safest in His Arms

Clara

“What do you mean, you might not take me with you?” I demand, barely processing Thorne’s words. “We’re mated, where you go I go.”

“Baby, I don’t want to be away from you.” Thorne sighs, sending a wave of genuine regret through our bond. This isn’t the first time he’s done this – let me feel his emotions to confirm their veracity, but this is the strongest I’ve ever experienced them. With the