Page 87 of Heart of Dawn
“Miko? By the stars!”
I smiled at the final word, loving the sound of it. Yeah, it was a fae thing, the stars part of their praise and prayers. But it didn’t stop it being a million times cuter coming from Orion’s mouth.
“You’re not hurt anymore?”I asked, pulling my knees up, head between them.
He explained his story quickly, as if reading through bullet points on a piece of paper. Thank God for Prince Dorian and the biker fae.
The fae blood, though. Would Dawn’s attack on Faery weaken it?
“But you’re alright?”I said at the end of his story, back on my feet at the knowledge of him being here on Earth.
“I’m fine. You?”
I paused under a stab of guilt. I had a shot at survival again with the honey being here. But I’d been ready to die before, ready to leave him behind.
I rolled my shoulders, keeping the coolness in my tone. There’d be time to chew onthatlater, along with jumping for joy and squeezing my mate so hard he wouldn’t know what hit him.
“I’m alright. Where are you?”I asked, ready to link up with him, those butterflies flapping frantically.
“I’m not sure,”he answered.“Heading north. Let me ask.”Silence for a moment.“Tilda says Potters Bar. Aiming for the M1 motorway. Where are you?”
“Hemel Hempstead.”
A second pause.“Can you get to Junction 8 of the motorway? We can pick you up there.”
Shit. Hesitation held me in place for a couple of seconds.“I…”
“What’s wrong?”
“My pack…”
“Stars! Are they okay?”
Good question—a question to curdle my insides.“They’re missing. I can’t trace them. We got separated.”
“I’m so sorry. Shall we come help find them?”
If I left now, I might not see any of my people again. The honey might be back in play, but there were no guarantees.
Where the hell were they?
“Miko?”
My love for my pack was as bright as my love for Orion. I wanted nothing more than to get to that junction and see his face again. But I had to know my pack were alright before the final stretch.
Ridiculous. Wasting time again. They might be sheltering somewhere, their situation dire, counting on me to do the right thing and get this done. Standing here twiddling my thumbs didn’t serve their future.
“Miko?”
I couldn’t answer, frozen by my inner torment.
You fucking idiot! Move!
“Miko? I’m worried,”Orion pressed.“Answer me.”
Sweet, sweet voice. The promise of his face, the return of his touch. God, I missed him so much, pining like I’d never pined before. He needed me and I needed him, and I neededthem. My pack. They were part of my heart, too. Special pieces I couldn’t abandon, couldn’t leave out there to the mercy of Dawn.
“Tilda said we can take her bike.”
