Page 16 of Urn My Love

Jazriel stared off into the distance. “We don’t want to push them too hard, but without a rider’s weight on their back every day, they should be able to make the trip in three to four days. My captors were terrible, but they kept their horses in great condition.”

“I agree.” August nodded. “It could take a little longer if we hit inclement weather, but otherwise it shouldn’t take more than four days at most.”

“You’re staying with us?” My jaw dropped. “I assumed you were leaving.”

August stared down at me, and I thought I saw something akin to hurt in his eyes. “I’m not that cruel. Once you are safely back at the lodge, I will leave.”

My stomach twisted, reminding me how much I hated the thought of him leaving, but I wouldn’t beg him to stay. Besides, it was better for my heart if he left soon, because I was afraid I was already falling for him.

It had nothing to do with the pull of the mate bond, and everything to do with his actions. His words told me he didn’t want to be with me, but his actions were showing a level of care that told a different story.

“Hurry and eat so we can head out,” August ordered.

Shaking my head, I turned my attention back to my plate.

Iflew over the treetops, my eyes struggling to keep track of Jazriel as he darted between trees. He moved so fast it was like watching smoke and shadows.

The pegasus had wanted to rest his wings another day or two before using them and had opted to run beneath us.

My wings ached and my muscles screamed in protest, but I refused to admit how tired I still was. I’d used more magic healing Jazriel than I should have, but I would’ve done it again in a heartbeat.

Thankfully, once we reached the camp, I could ride back to the lodge. That would give my body time to replenish its reserves.

A large shadow moved over me, and a moment later, August’s arms wrapped around my middle.

“Tuck your wings, little hawk.” He pressed his mouth against my ear so the wind couldn’t snatch away the words.

I hesitated, hating the idea of being a burden to him when he already found me to be an annoyance.

“Don’t make me ask again,” August growled.

Rolling my eyes, I did as he asked, tucking my wings tight against my back. August spun me in his arms so I was looking up at him, and our chests pressed together.

“Wrap your legs and arms around me.”

This time, I obeyed without hesitation.

“Good girl.” Those two words sent a delicious shiver through my body.

I was used to giving orders, not obeying them. So why did I almost enjoy it when he got bossy?

Cradled in his arms, I pressed my face against his shirt and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure I could trust him with my heart, but I fully trusted him to protect my body. For the next hour, I enjoyed breathing in his musky scent and the feel of his arms around me.

When August glided to the ground, I swallowed back my disappointment that the closeness to him was over. Unhooking my legs, I stood.

With a burst of boldness, I went up on tiptoe and brushed my lips across his stubbled jaw. “Thank you, August.”

Before he could complain or push me away, I turned toward the group of almost thirty horses standing quietly, their tails swishing and eyes fixed on Jazriel.

In a trance, I circled him, admiring his sleek coat in the light of the day. He was so glossy I was almost surprised I couldn’t see my reflection. He stomped his front hoof, tossing his black mane.

Stopping in front of him, I reached up a hand to touch his nose.

“Iolani! No!” August shouted, yanking me back.

I screamed in shock, and Jazriel reared over us, shrieking in fury.

“What are you doing, August?” I clutched my chest, trying to calm my pounding heart.

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