12 Chapter 12: The Other Man Arrives

　　[Armon'sPOV]

　　GreeneryblurredpastasIrantowardsMoyra'sfamiliarenergy.Shewasn'ttoofarnow,andsheseemedtobeinpain. 

　　AsIquickenedmypace,ItriedtofigureoutwhyIwassoconcerned.Shewasnothingtome,yethereIwasrushingtoherwithoutbeingasked.

　　Wasthissometypeoffaemagic?Orwasitsomethingmore?

　　'Mate,'Blaisemurmured,pokinghiswayintomythoughts.

　　'Bullshit.'

　　Ididn'twantorneedamate.Theyonlycomplicatethings.OnceIdeterminedthiswomanwasokay,wewouldpartwaysandIwouldbesuretostayaway.

　　'Goodluck.'Blaisechuckled,slinkinghiswaybacktothedeepestpartsofmymind.

　　Lettingoutagrowl,Isniffedtheair.Shewasclose,veryclose,andshewasn'talone.Theywerejustbeyondthetreeline,nearasmalllake.

　　Burstingforth,Iburstthroughthethicketsofthornbushes,andtheretheywere. 

　　Moyrawassittingwithherbackagainstatree,cradlingherarmtoherchest.Elikneltcompletelynakedinfrontofher,askingherwhatwaswrong.

　　'Ourmate.'Blaisegrowled,immediatelygrowingjealousoveranotherman'seventouchingasinglestrandofMoyra'shair.'Gethimaway!'