Any further release of aggression was halted the second he heard Eavan's voice. Had the rock struck her? Was she alright? "Fuck, I'm sorry Eva," he said in a rush before any of her own words sunk in. Right, she didn't know where he'd gone. Fuck, fucking fuck.

Beau gripped the fence post tightly. Pain was blooming where his toes had crushed against the pillar, but he was too angry to deal with it at present. His blood ran too hot, his body too tense with a violent urge to shake Odina until her brains liquified out of her ears. "Odina," he answered tensely. He was going to tell Eva, it was wrong of him to have kept the meeting from her at all. He just hadn't wanted to unnecessarily stress her when he had no answers to provide.

"I saw her, she sent me a fucking portkey and I went. He's mine, which, of course, we already fucking knew. But to hear it...Fuck."