“She is my mate. And my spy,” I said too quietly. “And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.” “What?” Mor whispered. I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep within us, and said, “If they had removed her other glove, they would have seen a second tattoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady.”
