Xanthus stared out the window, his arms crossed and vigilant. For the Trimedian to attack, to come after HIS beloved? That just won’t do. He had to keep them safe. It was his lifeline now.

Blonde hair rustled in the slight wind from the propped open window as he kept watch. His love in the bed asleep behind him. He had to keep them safe. Not because of the bond, not because of some mystical power keeping them together. But because they were his and he loved them more than life itself.