No Mercy - Part 4

RETH

He'd hated locking Suhle in, but he knew, if anyone did, the draw of the True Mate. He hadn't been able to risk her running after Lerrin and getting herself killed to be close to him. She'd understood, but been very unhappy. He'd made her as comfortable as possible in a tree by herself and left a minimum of guards. 

The moment he walked in after the challenge, careful to be alone so the guards wouldn't frighten her, she leapt off the bed they'd made for her and ran to him. "What happened. You have blood on you—where's Lerrin?!" she cried, grabbing at his vest. 

Reth took her wrists gently and pried her hands off. "He's safe, for now. And he's here. I need your help with him."

"Anything! Does he need tending? I can—"

"No, Suhle, listen to me, I need your help. And it's help that Lerrin has agreed to."

She blinked, her bright eyes wide and liquid. "What is it?"