Draven came back on day three exactly like he'd promised, and the relief that hit me when I felt his bond flare bright and close was so sharp I actually had to sit down before my knees gave out entirely.
He looked exhausted—dark circles under his eyes, moving like every step hurt—but he was back and whole and when he walked into the pack house I was on him before my brain caught up with what my body was doing.
"You're okay." Not a question. An observation I needed confirmed.
"I'm okay." His arms came around me. "Lysander kept his word. Three days of archives, no strings attached."
No strings attached. I'd believe that when we actually destroyed the demon and Draven didn't end up enslaved, but for now I'd take it.
"Did you find anything?" Because three days in a vampire coven had to be worth something beyond the terror of watching him leave.
"Everything." He pulled back enough to look at me. "The summoner's name. Their bloodline. Where they were last seen. All of it."
