Getting separated from Adele again had to be the worst form of torture for Micah.
After that incident at the Academy, when the witches had the nerve to lay their hands on his mate, he had spent the entire day buried deeply in her sweet warmth, grounding himself in her presence, reassuring himself over and over that she was fine and unharmed.
That alone had kept him from returning to Lunaris and tearing those devil spawns apart. It would have been a delight to torment them endlessly in hell. That was all his demon side wanted. It craved blood and demanded revenge.
But the more rational part of him acknowledged that they had, in their own twisted way, helped him break through the mental barrier that had restricted his teleportation. Unconventional or not, it had worked.
They were just lucky Adele had occupied him. Simple as that.
