Orion staggered, and I held my precious mate upright. Scorpius rested his long fingers on the backs of both our necks tightly. His nails dug into our skin. I leaned into his familiar touch and tried to ignore the headache that throbbed in my temple. In a few minutes, everything had changed. My mates and I were now bound by enchanted tattoos to Aran. No, Arabella.
