“Be careful. And call if you need me.”


    Call? Not a chance in hell.


    Once he got his hands on his missing mate they were heading directly for his clan in Nevada.


    “I can handle my mate,” he said dryly.


    Styx’s sharp laugh echoed through the hall. “Ah, the most common mistake made by every male of every species.” He pressed his hands together, doing his best Master Po from Kung Fu. “You’ll learn, young grasshopper. You’ll learn.”


    Roke rolled his eyes, heading down the hall. “Let’s go, gargoyle.”