บท 122: Chapter 122: King: The Island (Cuba)

My heavy boots eat up the cool tile floor as I walk the endless corridors of the citadel. Marinah’s absence is a dark hole in our daily routine. She’s part of the island’s lifeforce even though she has no idea what that means. The island and people come alive when she’s nearby. The Warriors have adapted to her and her leadership. They have grown to expect her strange warrior ways and work with them for the better. She doesn’t see it because she’s too caught up in her own head.

I’ve tried taking things slow, giving her time. Maybe time isn’t the answer. Warriors understand war. I’ve been treating my mate like a human woman and not the bloodthirsty Warrior she’s become and the men expect.