“There is someone at the back,” Dag says as he turns to head around the house.
“Something is feeling off,” I mutter. All my senses are in an uproar; I can’t tell if it's danger as I feel them all over the place. Maybe I should get myself checked, because one minute I want to kill someone and the next I want to hug them. What the fuck?
“I don’t sense anything?” Eirik says as he looks around before glancing my way. “Except your energy. What the fuck is wrong?” he asks just as we come around the house. I freeze when I see a slip of a woman, her back is to us and she’s bending down to pull out a weed from the ground. Her jeans moulding that perfect ass, have my dick erect and wanting to burst through the zipper of my low-cut jeans. Her long auburn tresses obscure my vision of her face, but the tight cropped T-shirt she’s wearing does nothing to hide her bountiful chest.
Something about her seems familiar—way too familiar.
“Hello,” Dag greets as he stops a couple steps away from her. His voice has her jumping in surprise, gasping as she snaps around. Everything around me stills when I see her. Her mismatched eyes, one brown and the other blue, look at us in fear. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart, we are your security. Mr. Taylor sent us.” I feel a pull towards her that I’ve never felt before, it’s like the tide pulling me in.
“Oh yes, he told me. I’m Freya, it’s a pleasure meeting you.” Her soft melodious voice feels like silk over my skin, every fibre in my body is now at attention. She takes a step towards us, tripping over the small spade that is laying on the ground from her gardening. Before she can fall, I rush towards her, my hands fitting around her waist to pick her up against me before she hurts herself. Her beautiful face turns towards me in surprise, and then her lips lift in a radiant smile.
“You’re like me,” she whispers. Her hand lifts, touching my cheek with the gentlest touch that I’ve ever felt. Suddenly, everything that I’ve been fighting for centuries, the tiredness, the anger, the very darkness that is my life, lifts away and in its place, I’m filled with a light of peace—a peace that can only be mine if given by my mate.