Zoltar harrumphed his doubt, but the Elder Seer’s words appeared to mollify the others. Although I couldn’t yet see it, and new though it was, this was proof that we indeed had a strong foundation. In fact, when Susan had felt pain, the grip of her right hand had tightened, as if seeking strength and comfort from me. My lips parted as I gazed at her right hand that had indeed remained tightly bound in my left. This means they will face difficult times-as is to be expected when mating with an off-worlder-but their roots are strong enough to withstand and vanquish the storm.” Her right hand, the one that holds the foundation of their union, never parted from him. “The circle was not broken,” Molzeg said in a stern voice, glaring at him.
“The circle was broken,” Zoltar argued from his seat, a couple of meters from us.Ī few others in the gathering nodded their heads with a troubled expression on their faces. Maybe so, but the circle had still been broken. “Take back the hand of your mate and reform the circle. “All is well, Olix Nillis,” Molzeg said in Universal, in a calm but loud voice so that all would hear. It was all the more heartbreaking that, judging by her expression, she had not known. But now, they would never acknowledge the authority or legitimacy of a Clan Mistress anointed through a doomed union. Her being a stranger had already been a challenge that the people had accepted with a bit of reluctance. With that gesture, in that split second, Susan had cursed us to a broken and miserable union. The cool breeze on my empty hand felt instead like the scorching heat of a thousand fires.
And yet, underneath it, fighting for dominance, lurked another thought: my mate had been hurt. A single thought kept replaying in my head: she had broken the circle.
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