Grym walked down the polished hallway of his father's house. He couldn't help the grateful feeling her felt toward his father for helping them at this time. He didn't want to return to that house soon and knew Melione felt the same. It had been three days since the attack, and she still didn't want to talk about what had happened. Grym wasn't going to rush her into talking about what had happened. He knew better, but he wished he could make her feel better.

Ryfon had given them the entire left wing as their own, and for that, Grym was thankful. His father had placed more guards around the house at all hours of the day, ensuring that whoever came into the house was there for a reason.

Grym stopped before their closed bedroom door, taking a deep breath before entering. Melione was curled underneath the large fur blanket, not looking up when he closed the door. He hated seeing her like this. He still hadn't told her what the man from her realm told him. Grym wanted the timing to be good but felt he needed a better time. He wanted Melione to talk to him to tell her the news.

He locked the door before taking the mask off his face and placing it on the side table. He pushed his robe off his shoulders before moving to Melione's side of the bed. He bent down and ran his fingers through her hair, moving it away from her face.

Melione's eyes slowly moved up to his face. A smile spread over her face as she saw him. "Grym," she breathed.

"Hello, my mate," Grym smiled back at her as he leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead. The first word out of her mouth in three days was his name. That made his heart beat wildly.

Melione moved the cover off her shoulders and held her hand toward him. "Lay with me?"

Grym nodded. "Whatever you want, my mate, you get." He gripped her hand gently and let her lead pull him into the bed. Melione moved her body over to the other side of the mattress to make room for him. He laid on his back and waited for Melione to make her next move.

"I'm not fragile, Grym," Melione lightly reprimanded him. She curled her body around his and rested her head on his chest. Her hand moved up and down his chest.

Grym couldn't help the smile that flitted across his lips. "I know you're not, Melione."

Melione took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "I know I need to talk about what happened." Her voice was small as she curled herself tighter against him.

Grym's arm tightened around her shoulders. "Whenever you want to talk, you know that I am here. I do not want to rush you."

Melione nodded. "I know, Grym, but I need to talk." She pushed against him and sat up on her knees. "If it weren't for you hiding all the weapons around the house, what happened could have had a different ending."

"Melione-" Grym started as he moved to sit up.

Melione placed a hand on his chest and shook her head. "Let me get it out, please." She took another deep breath. "The two men were part of the cult; at least they had the uniform right. They broke into the house and came for me." Melione's other hand reached up to touch the collar around her neck. "I ran, but they caught me. They tied my wrists as the other pinned me on the bed."

Grym's jaw tiched as she was telling the story. He wanted to free her mind from the memories. He wished he could keep her safe.

Melione's eyes reached his as she continued talking. "I was able to grab the dagger that you always kept behind the headboard and slice the man's throat that was holding me down. I'm still as fast as before, even if I don't have my light. I stabbed the other man so many times I lost count." She closed her eyes. "That's when I ran and locked myself in the washroom." She opened her eyes and met him again. "I was so happy when I saw you standing in the doorway when you found me. I felt safe again."

Grym wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him. "I thought my heart would explode when I found the scene you left in the bedroom. I couldn't find your scent anywhere, and it scared me." His arms tightened around her. "I broke when I saw you in the corner of that washroom. I truly felt as if I failed you once again."

Melione shook her head. "There are evil people in this world, Grym. We're in the middle of them." She picked her head up and placed her hand on his cheek. "You've protected me more than you know. Shit like this is bound to happen, Grym."

Grym pressed his hand against hers and leaned into her touch. "You're my everything, Melione." He took a deep breath. "A few days ago, I had to interrogate this man for Ryfon." He paused momentarily and looked around, suddenly remembering where they were. "I probably shouldn't speak about it here."

Melione sat up quickly. "He's coming?"

Grym's eyebrows furrowed. "Are we talking about the same he?"

Melione rolled her eyes. "Yes, Grym. He's coming?"

Grym nodded. "That's what the man said, yes. How did you know that's what I was going to say?"

"I could feel it," she explained. "Even though your father took my light away, I can always feel him. He's my people's protector. We all feel his presence deep inside us, and he never goes away." She paused for a moment. "Did the man say when?"

Grym shook his head. "He did not."

Melione nodded as she lowered herself onto the bed beside him. Her hand found his and laced her fingers through his. "We'll be okay, Grym."