Page 107 of Witch Undecided
Tor took a menacing step toward him, but I stepped forward to intercept and his attention dropped to our joined hands.
Jasper raised our hands and kissed my knuckles with a smirk, his gaze fixed on Tor. The fucker was needling him.
Irritation flared in my chest, echoing the rumble in Tor’s.
“Not the time, Jasper.” I locked gazes with each of my mates. “I’ll be back soon.”
I tugged Jasper toward the rift and stepped through.
Needles rasped against my skin, bringing pain, and hot bile clawed its way up my throat. I was torn apart and spat out onto hard-packed earth. My palms sucked up the chill from the ground, knees burning as if they’d been skinned. We’d made it. We were through.
I stood, surveying the moonlit rural landscape. Trees surrounded me, and if not for the strange, sweet tang in the air, I’d have been forgiven for mistaking this for the earthly realm.
Wait, where were Sloane and the others?
I looked over my shoulder for Jasper.
He wasn’t there.
I was alone.
Fuck.
