(KAELEN'S POV)
"Amari."
I wasn't the one who called her. Ragnar did. His strength was not back but I could feel him better now. He was huffing, pacing and howling inside me.
More than anything, he was calling out not just her name but her connection to us.
AMARI IS OUR MATE! SHE IS OURS! MATE! MATE!
"Kaelen!"
I tore my eyes away from Amari's striking blue ones to my mother's concerned brown eyes as they searched my face.
"Are you alright?" She asked, in an audible whisper.
I nodded slowly and then found my eyes trailing back to Amari like a magnet, but she wasn't looking at me. She was staring down at her hands and I noticed why. The room had a good number of people who were looking between Amari and me.
"Is there a party of some sort?" I asked looking from face to face. Mother to Neoma, Nana, Vlad, Doctor Maeve. Two security guards and a maid stood a good distance away, their heads bowed. "Looks like a funeral from the look on your faces."
