Nina understood at once. "Alright."
Her gaze lowered to the large hand clasping hers so tightly. A strange, unnameable feeling stirred in her chest.
Although Idir had lost control of himself, he hadn't hurt her during this time. On the contrary, he had treated her well—aside from the occasional overbearing insistence on holding her close, stealing kisses, refusing to let her go.
Perhaps bringing him into the array like this was… unfair. But Odian had assured her the formation wouldn't harm him. If it could help him recover, then surely that was for the best.
And with the growing concern—and quiet resentment—of her other mates weighing on her mind, she knew she couldn't delay any longer. Idir had to return to himself.
Holding his hand, Nina followed Odian.
They arrived at an open stretch of grass.
The moon hung high and luminous, its pale glow washing over the earth. A cool night breeze drifted across the field, rustling softly through the blades of grass.
