The dark had a pulse. Guinevere could hear it. Could feel it in her teeth, in her ribs, in the place where her wolf used to live. Maddox's voice came through like sound underwater, distorted and warm and too far away to grab.
She reached for it, but her fingers closed on nothing. Then the dark swallowed her again.
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"She needs blood and liquids. Yesterday." Aldric walked with Maddox without a word, checking Guinevere's pulse. He'd heard bits from Sterling and Ryker, but none from Maddox yet.
Aldric didn't sugarcoat it. "She's crashing because she's out of blood, not because of the dark magic." Aldric set up the draw line. "Fated mates are always a match."
Maddox rolled up his sleeve to his bicep. "You're wasting time explaining what I already know. Take it."
