She listened for the familiar thrum of energy over her breathing.
The walk was peaceful, the starry night and thrum of crickets easing her tired mind.
It was the same thrum she felt with Gabriel, after she'd been claimed as his mate.
She didn't want to think of him watching her bathe naked; the idea made her body thrum with something she didn't want to feel.
The thrum of warm energy coursed through her again, and she felt again her destiny was tied with his.
But it was the thrum of magic lingering within her that disturbed her most.