"I'm fine," Samantha started to say, then caught the look that passed between Marcus and Kai—a wordless communication that spoke of nearly a year of learning to read her patterns and anticipate her needs.
"No, you're not," Callum said from his sprawled position in the chair, not even bothering to look in her direction. Dragon senses were apparently just as keen as werewolf ones when it came to detecting the emotional states of their mates. "You're about thirty seconds away from a complete crash, and we're still in the middle of negotiations with beings who could theoretically still decide to kill us all."
"Theoretically," Garrett said from within his shimmering barrier, apparently overhearing the conversation. "Though I must admit, experiencing your daughter's perspective on existence is making that option increasingly... unpalatable."
