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“I can’t just leave.”

“Baby. Please. I love you. You’re my mate. I...this is life or death.”

She stopped dead.

You’re my mate.

“Mack Mazzini.” She was so angry with him for saying that on the phone. She’d waited all her life to hear them.

Tears filled her eyes.

“Ella.”

Chop, chop, chop.

Is that a helicopter?

“I can’t tell you anymore. Get on that damn plane or I’m returning to the United States and both of us are unlikely to live. But I will if you want.”

No.

No, she didn’t want that.

“My parents. Your parents.”

“There’s nothing I can do.” His voice was heavy with regret. “Ella please. Please do as I say.”

Then the line went dead.

Holy fucking hell.

Wait. He was not in the country?

Get on that damn plane or I’m returning to the United States and both of us are unlikely to live. But I will if you want me to.

She knew that he would, and there was no way she was letting that happen. Their world was in chaos, and Ella had to trust him. He was her mate. She’d always known that and finally he did, too.

Damn him for being overseas when that happened.

Teleporting back to his room, she dug through the wardrobe and found a bag, then quickly packed his things. Then she repacked her own.

Hiking them both onto her shoulders, she ran out of the room and down toward the training room. The closer she got, she recognized some of the huge warriors.

They zipped past her, shooting her a look, probably thinking she didn’t belong.

I wish you were here, Mack.

Ella knew she was trembling as anxiety shook her very being. The need to call her mom and warn her about whatever this was tugged at her heart. But she knew she couldn’t.

They’d want to ring someone and then they would...it would create major panic.

But still. Her heart bled.

A female soldier pulled open the door and held it. “Ella?”

“Yes?”

“Let me take those.” She grabbed the bags off her shoulders and strode away, glancing over her shoulder. “Follow me.”