Gregoire stood at Alyssa’s side as they watched the people amble around. Rain was to her left.
“It’s so beautiful. Horrible, but at least her family has some closure.” Rain’s words were somber.
Alyssa’s parents walked over. Her father’s jaw was clenched tight as he nodded at Gregoire. Her mother smiled. “We’d like you to come to the house after,” her father said, a clear edge to his tone, but she knew he planned to apologize; her mother’s happy face said it all.
Rain was sitting in her room, frustrated as she wrote down lists of all potential vocations in the Guardian Compound since she was a permanent guest. It didn’t matter that Cyril was dead. His people were still out there.
She blew out an irritated breath. Alyssa said she could work with her and, at least it would get her out of there. Everywhere she went she looked for the tall blond God of her dreams. He haunted her.
She’d had such intense dreams the night before that she’d woken feverishly sliding her fingers over her aching clit, rubbing and circling until she’d gotten herself off while imagining big aqua eyes and blue-tipped blond hair. He appeared so incredibly intense. Why did he keep invading her dreams? She hadn’t even seen him since Alyssa’s mating five days before.
A knock sounded at her door, and she uncurled herself from the chair. “Hey,” she greeted Sirena and invited her inside and shut the door.
The healer looked pensive. “How have you been feeling?”
Dread pitted her stomach, and her mouth dried up. Sirena had taken blood samples after her abduction. “What’s wrong?”
“Your blood showed the signs of the mating frenzy.”