Page 33 of A Song of Air (Fae Elementals #4)

W eylyn’s entire world tunneled into a singular moment clarity as he watched Bryson, as he watched his fucking mate, get shoved backwards and fall through the circle. A singular fucking moment. Between one blink and the next, she had disappeared completely.

And in the chaotic aftermath, there was little more than the screeching, distressed cries of his mate’s familiar. That pathetic human scum calling her name desperately.

And Weylyn? His heart bottomed to his stomach, and he knew, he knew exactly what he had to do.

His body moved on instinct, rushing towards the same circle his mate had only just disappeared into. His name was shouted, but he did not give a single fuck about the orders of a prince. None of it mattered. None of them did.

Only Bryson. Only his mate.

And when Weylyn jumped into the circle to follow her into the darkness, he knew just where the magic would take him.

And he prayed to Mana he wouldn’t be too late.