The Mates Who Gave Him Salvation [Feral 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Scarlet Hyacinth Page B

my authority and my care. I will protect you.” She turned toward Quinn and Roarke again. “You will have a very important role. Once we are outside, it’s likely that G’aladon’s magic will rush back and overwhelm him. It will be your task to bring him back to his senses, to make him see what is right.”
    Her translucent gaze seemed to reach all the way into Quinn’s soul. “You must not falter. Should you do so, we will be forced to banish G’aladon again, and this time, there will be no end to his torment.”
    Quinn shuddered, terror invading him. He had seen how much G’aladon suffered. He had kissed away every wound and had wept over the witch’s bloody body. He couldn’t imagine deliberately sending G’aladon on a course of action that might very well lead them back here.
    “Are you ready?” the Spirit Mother asked.
    Quinn hesitated. He didn’t know. He was afraid. What if he made a mistake? The weight of this responsibility crushed him. He feared that he would disappoint his mates. After all, what did he have that was so special? His psychic powers were strong, yes, but he had never truly used them. Rather, he’d always fled their strength, hiding behind the wards of the diner. The only time he’d decided on something that didn’t directly benefit him or his family was now, when he had insisted on coming to help G’aladon. But he lacked the training for the fight that loomed ahead, and he could already imagine the outcome of their failure.
    He had never been fully aware of the extent of his abilities, but here, in the astral realm, he could feel them just waiting to escape him. What if he couldn’t control them? What if he disappointed his mates?
    Roarke shifted him in his arms and forced their gazes to meet. “Do not doubt yourself,” the feral told him. “All of us here have made mistakes. On our own, we are weak, but together, we are unbeatable. We complete each other.”
    Quinn stared deeply into Roarke’s eyes, taking in the decision that burned in those gray orbs. He stole a look at G’aladon, who watched them quietly, not pushing them for anything they couldn’t give.
    Mistakes. Weakness. In the end, was it really about that? Yes, G’aladon had lost himself in his power, but he had paid for it with agony and blood. Yes, Roarke had turned feral, but he’d also become an exile because of it. It was time for all of that to end. Quinn might not have their abilities, their power, their strength, but he did have love, a lot of love to give. He loved them so much it hurt sometimes, and he wanted to give them both the life they deserved.
    “We are ready,” he said, smiling at Roarke.
    The Spirit Mother didn’t question him. Instead, her focus turned on G’aladon. “What of you, child? Are you truly willing to risk everything you were and place yourself in their hands?”
    “It almost sounds like you don’t want me to get out of here.” G’aladon chuckled. “It’s okay. As much as I like being here with them, they deserve better. I know they want that as much as I do, and I trust them with my body, my soul, my life.”
    “Yes, but do you trust yourself?”
    The Spirit Mother’s question echoed in the now-silent grove. Quinn understood what she meant. Guilt and doubt didn’t just fade away, and G’aladon must be going through a very difficult time.
    Quinn released himself from Roarke’s arms and went to hug his witch mate. “You will do the right thing. I’m sure of it. We will be right there, by your side, helping you through it.”
    “I’m just…I’m not myself when I’m outside the astral realm.” G’aladon trembled, his smile having vanished as if it had never been. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t,” Quinn assured the other man. “I trust you, too, and so does Roarke.”
    G’aladon nodded, but he didn’t seem convinced. “We will make the attempt,” he said. “Shaiyta, I have one favor to ask. If I do lose it, I beg of you to kill me. I