177 Sick or...?

A muscle feathered in Daryn's jaw and he closed his fists. "Where did you see him?" he asked, trying to contain his anger. Daryn's knuckles turned white.

"He was in a speedboat traversing across the surrounding waters," Dawn replied. She was feeling weak. "I saw him two days back too."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" he sounded angry. 

"I— I thought this was just a chance." She looked away from him. "I didn't want to trouble you. You really need this stress-free vacation."

His anger melted immediately. He bent down to kiss her. He should have been the one protecting his mate and this little… At this point of time he wanted to wring Azura's neck. 

Tenderly, he said, "I have asked the caretaker to make lemonade for you. Have that. Are you hungry?" he touched her forehead. 

She shook her head. "I am not hungry." She held his hand and brought it to her lap. "Do you think that Azura's presence is a coincidence?"