“As I told you,” Regan reminded Gregor, “Titium howled surrender before Callum could attack.”
“Too much Mac,” Gregor repeated.
Regan changed the subject. “You’ll need to come to her.”
“Yes,” Gregor agreed. “Earlier than expected.”
Regan held her breath a moment before saying, “You’re going to –”
Gregor interrupted her, “There’s no reason to delay.”
Regan sagged against the windowsill in relief.
Soon it would be over, for her son and for Sonia.
Thank God.
Then she blinked into the slowly rising dawn.
Not because it was bright.
But because the cars had started coming.
She stared.
“Regan?”
“I’ve got to go,” Regan said distractedly.
“What is it?” Gregor asked as Regan saw the shadows forming on the hills, coming from tents, moving slowly, making their way to the castle.
She felt a thrill slide up her spine as tears filled her eyes.
And softly, but with immense pride, she whispered, “My people are attending their queen.”
Chapter Nineteen
Werewolves
Sonia felt like she’d just fallen asleep when Callum moved, sliding gently away from her but holding her body still. Only when he’d disengaged did he settle her carefully on the mattress, a pillow under her cheek where his chest had been.
She felt his heat leave the bed but the hides came up to her neck and then they were tucked softly around her.
She drifted but on the edge of her consciousness she heard a door open and close.
Then she drifted again until she heard hazily from somewhere far away Callum muttering, “Bloody hell.”
She smiled into the pillow and then let out a soft, fluttering sigh. She loved it when he got annoyed, she thought it was cute.
Though she’d never tell him that.
On that fuzzy thought, she fell asleep.
For about thirty seconds.
“Baby doll,” his big hand was curled around the side of her head, “you need to wake up.”
Her eyes fluttered open and she tilted her head to look up at him.