Chapter 60

Blakely

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours.

The silk blankets tangled around my feet were much too soft, like water against my skin, while the tiny vines sewn into the fabric felt like small razor blades, pricking my legs every time I moved.

This restlessness and frustration had come out of nowhere. Could it be Orion’s? It made sense, but why would I feel his emotions and not Azrael’s or Draco’s?

I flipped onto my other side with a small huff and watched the iridescent shapes dance along the floor from where the moonlight streamed through the colored glass.

If I truly were picking up on Orion’s emotions, then whose to say I wasn’t picking up on Azrael’s and Draco’s as well? Closing my eyes, I took stock of how I felt, dissecting each piece until my head cleared.

Restless, frustrated, exhausted, and just a wee bit murderous?

I’d have to ask Azrael about the mate-bond once we located him and Draco. No way was I going to ask Orion, not after what happened in the bathroom.