Of course, my mate is fucking crazy. Why wouldn't she be?
I pushed the man who was cradling her to one side.
He snarled at me as honest to Gaia smoke filtered from his nose and mouth. I stared in shock. Shook it off. "I can help her. I'm her mate. Give her to me." I reached for her.
"I'm her mate, too. And if you try to take her from my arms, I'll rip yours off and beat you to death with them," he said. His eyes flickered from green/gold and vertical to brown and round like watching a coin spin on the table.
I'd have to take the risk. Pulling Kiema into my arms, I curled around her. Saying the ancient words, I felt her sputtering spark of magic ignite once more into a steady flame.
"I need everyone to touch some piece of her. All of you," I said around clenched teeth. I hadn't expected to need this spell, but I'm glad my father forced me to learn it.