Embers (The Dark in You Book 4)

Please, baby boy, put up your shield, she begged him. But still, Asher didn’t.

Crouching down, she kissed Asher’s head, wishing she could pick him up and hold him tight but not trusting herself not to fall just yet. “Sorry I passed out, sweetie. Thank God you’re okay.”

Smiling, Asher reached out and made a grab for her nose. Taking his hand, she pressed a kiss to his little palm. “Daddy’s coming soon. Daddy and Tanner and Levi. We’re going to be fine.

Harper, wake up, baby. Harper? Harper, WAKE THE FUCK UP!

Just as frantic, Knox stared down at Harper. His mate never looked weak. But right then, huddled into a tight ball, she looked so delicate it made Knox’s chest tighten. Every rough breath sounded like it was sawing at her throat

The air thundered as fire erupted out of the floor. The incorporeal wasted no time in attacking. The moment Knox stepped out of the dying flames, it sent a blast of glacial energy at him. The blast had no effect. Just skimmed over him, barely even ruffling his hair.

Even as the cold began to fog her brain and cloud her thoughts, she retained enough presence of mind to call out, Knox, need you here. Her telepathic voice was soft and weak, but she knew he’d hear it

Harper?”

Looking to her left, she saw none other than … “Royce.” Her ex.

With a nod, she hopped out of the car and headed into the café

“But does your cousin mimic one particular scent twenty-four/ seven? Is it something he even could do?”

Probably not, but Harper shrugged. “If anyone could do it, Asher could. And just because he’s mimicking me doesn’t mean he’s not a sphinx.”

Knox took a swig of his gin and tonic. “Maybe it’s because I’ve walked the Earth a very long time and so have a lot of experience at it, or maybe it’s just something that comes naturally to me, but I can read airs much better than most. I can pick a psychic scent apart and find each individual note.”

“Fascinating. But I still don’t see where this is going.”

“As your anchor, someone who’s psychically bound to you, I know your psychic scent better than anyone else ever could or ever will, Harper. I know every single delicate note to it. And, as Asher’s father and someone who’s touched his mind hundreds of times, I also know every note to his.”