Chapter 83 - Saint

I ripped Ten through whatever magic continuum we were in and landed us back in Xander's room.

Ransom had Kiema's limp body cradled in his arms. The look in his dark blue eyes slayed me. I was just glad he was carrying our Kiema. If his hands had been free, I'm pretty sure I'd be dead. Or at least badly damaged.

"Your floor. Now." He stepped past me, his face hard, closed off.

"Oooo, Saint's about to catch it," Asher said as if we were back in high school and I got called to the principal's office.

I pushed him as I followed after my brother and mate. I couldn't help the drop in my belly. Maybe Asher wasn't so far off the mark, because I felt like I was on my way to the principal's office.

I climbed the stairs, unwilling to wait for the elevator to drop Ransom and Kiema off before coming back down to get me. Pushing through the stairwell door to my fifth-floor home, I took a deep breath. I still don't know what happened in Kiema's spiritual landscape, but I was about to catch