Dron's mind swam.
All the information that he was receiving overwhelmed him.
At least, that's what it felt like.
He took in a few breaths and tried to steady himself.
It was only then that he realized it wasn't just because of the information he had received that he was overwhelmed. Instead, it felt as if he were ill.
His heart felt as if it were beating erratically, and he felt warm. His fingers shook even though there was no clear danger in the vicinity. Everything about what he was feeling felt off.
He closed his eyes again and tried to figure out what exactly was wrong with him. It was clear something was off.
He thought long and hard, but all he could think about was Tempest.
That was it.
He missed her. It'd been too long since he'd seen her. Since he'd heard her voice. He wanted to touch her. Wanted to make sure that she was okay. Wanted to be with his mate.
