Yvena was one of the stolen shifters, and her recovery has not been easy. Six months of healing after two months of torture is not enough to make her whole, but she knows that not everyone is out to get her.
She is released from the recovery centre and sets out to the Crossroads. After one day there, she knows that she is trying to hide and rushing toward a mate was a mistake. She asks to leave and it is agreed that she can go home the next day, but that night everything changes.
Liander is a mongoose with his eyes on the king cobra who stole his heart. As her caregiver, he couldn’t pursue a relationship, but now she was out, he had quit and there was nothing between them but mutual attraction and being natural enemies. How hard could a relationship be?
“I have some news, Yvena. You are going to be released this week. We can’t do anything for you that you can’t do yourself. Even your PTSD can be handled outside this facility.” Liander’s features were stuck in professional encouragement.
“Fine. I am going to need contact with a transporter.” She was grim. Her life had been shattered and she wanted a new start.
“Why?” He seemed surprised and that was an expression she had never seen on his face before.
“I am going to the Crossroads. If I have to start over, I don’t have to do it alone. Time to start a new life and look to the future.”
Shock replaced Liander’s expression. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. Old life is broken and dead. New life looms ahead. I am choosing life and possibly love.”
He nodded and straightened in the chair. “Right. A transporter. I will have the administrator arrange it in the morning.”
Yvena reached over and put her hand on his arm. “Thank you. You cannot know how much your help has meant to me over these last few months. Seriously. Thank you.”
His dark grey eyes were calm under the swath of dark brown hair that always slipped out of his control. It was the only part of him that was ever out of control.
He put his hand over hers, and she felt the warmth that always sparked between them. If he hadn’t been bound by his position as a caregiver, she would have pursued something with him; however, every overture she had ever engaged in had run into the solid wall of professionalism.
With no hope with the man she wanted, it was time to look elsewhere for the one who might just be good enough.