Oh no, there she goes again. Why do you always take the stairs! Please, please! Watch where you are going. No! Don’t turn around you’ll …
Gavriel watched in horror as his mate tumbled down the stairs. Seconds later she was back up on her feet grinning, and of course going up the stairs again. When she got to the executive’s office she was heading for he watched her chat with the handsome man. Gavriel hissed. He couldn’t hear what they were saying. But he didn’t want any other man near her. The man indicated to the filing cabinets near the window. Smiling and nodding she carried the folders over to the cabinets. Unfortunately she didn’t see an extension cord, tripped and went flying through the pane glass window. The office she had been in was on the tenth floor.
Gasping Gavriel woke from his dream and fought to breathe. Every night. Every, single, night he had to watch his mate reel from catastrophe to catastrophe like a drunken sailor at port. He could only pray that she would make it to Lycaonia, alive, and in one piece.
