It wasn't hard for Ezra to find Nancy. Not when even a mere human could track her down by the sound of her uneven sniffing.
She was in the garden, seated on one of the wrought-iron chairs beneath an old oak tree, crying as quietly as she could.
The instant Nancy spotted her mate, her hand flew to her face. She hastily wiped at her cheeks, attempting to compose herself before he reached her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to steady her voice. "Shouldn't you be talking to Asher? If they finally reached out after all this time, then it must be important."
Ezra sat beside her without hesitation. "I would have stayed," he said, "except my pregnant mate is upset. That's non-negotiable. What kind of man would I be? They called once. They'll call again."
