"Where are you going to?"
The deep, rumbling voice sliced through the freezing night air, completely shattering the heavy silence of the master balcony.
Roxy violently jerked. Her hands flew off the icy stone balustrade, her heart leaping straight into her throat as she spun around.
Standing in the arched glass doorway, completely eclipsing the dim light spilling from the bedroom, were her mates.
Zarek stood at the forefront, his massive frame completely rigid. Behind him, Kaelen, Torian, Syris, and Caspian had silently followed her out into the cold. They had heard her desperate, whispered question to the empty sky.
"It's nothing," Roxy stammered quickly, her breath pluming in white clouds as she desperately tried to wipe the fresh tears from her cheeks. She took a small step backward, pulling her heavy dark fur cloak tighter around her trembling shoulders. "I wasn't... I am not going anywhere. My mind was just spiraling. It's just the grief talking."
