Chapter 68

• "They are here."
• Darius's voice was a triumphant snarl. He was at the window of the dungeon, his face a grim mask of anticipation. Rhea, still chained to the wall, felt a surge of adrenaline, a mix of fear and hope. Her mates. They were here. They had not given up on her. They had come for her.
• She looked out the window, a small, grimy square of light in the stone wall. She saw them. Four forms, undefined because of the distance, but their scents, their auras, were unmistakable. They were a storm of fury and strength, a tempest of love and loyalty. They were her mates.