Draven.
I was halfway down the stairs when Rhovan stirred in the back of my mind, his tone uncharacteristically alert.
"She's in danger."
I paused on the steps. "Who?"
"Our mate. Meredith. She's calling for help."
I frowned. "And how the hell do you know that?"
Rhovan gave a low growl. "I can feel it. She's panicking. Her heart rate just spiked and it's not from fear of a person—it's drowning panic. GO!"
A muscle in my jaw ticked. Drowning? Meredith? That stubborn woman? "What could she possibly be doing to need saving—Wanda again?"
Still, something in Rhovan's tone had me moving faster.
I caught sight of one of Meredith's maidservants, Azul. She was exiting the kitchen and entering the hallway with a plate of burger. She looked up, startled by my pace.
"Where is your mistress?" I asked without breaking stride.
"She's at the pool, Alpha," Azul replied instantly, "with your daughter."
With Xamira?
