KIERAN’S POV
The moment Seraphina’s distress brushed the edge of my awareness, every nerve in me went on high alert.
According to our plan, her message was supposed to go to Ethan, since he was the only one she could mind-link.
I wasn’t supposed to feel the pulse of urgency she had sent through the link directed toward her brother.
But I did anyway.
Not as words. Not even as a clear thought.
Just a jolt, like the sudden tug of a wire pulled too hard.
Retreat.
Ashar reacted before I consciously understood what I had sensed.
A low growl rolled up from deep in my chest as my body stiffened where I stood within the concealment field Corin had woven around us.
The forest clearing ahead lay partially visible through the thin veil of psychic distortion. The barrier Catherine had placed around the meeting site shimmered faintly at its edges like heat rising from sun-scorched asphalt.
It was clever work.
