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Duke shoots me a glance. So…Mathias not only knows that Marrok has the Doomsday Diary, but that Olivia is Le Fay. Word from Bram’s party traveled fast.
“And the house?” I demand.
“We were to secure and search it.”
“For what?”
A lick of his lips, a shift of his gaze. Zain hesitates as if he knows that whatever he says next can’t be retracted. It will betray Mathias as nothing else has.
My heart pounds as I wait for the little shit to gather his courage.
I’m about to give up and resort to threats again when Zain blurts, “Mathias received word last night that the Book of Doomsday is in this cottage.”
“Who told him?”
“I don’t know.” At my skeptical stare, Zain adds, “I swear!”
I glance at Duke. “We must stash him somewhere immediately.”
“And get Bram here, along with another guard detail.”
Nodding, I stare at Marrok’s cottage. “Before it’s too late.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Marrok
Olivia jolts in pleasure again, bucking as she clamps upon my cock. While she rides the climax, I stroke her skin, so like sun-warmed silk, with one hand. With the other, I rub her clit while I fuck her deep and slow, prolonging her release.
She claws at me. I bask, the sounds of her satisfaction loud, long, and desperate.
Finally, she shudders and sighs, clinging as I gather her closer, still buried deep.
Jesu, she feels sweet in my arms. For centuries, I was alive yet dead inside—until her. Olivia is like a vivid splash of paint on my monotonous gray canvas. She is a beautiful wonder who makes my eternal life worth living again.
As a man who has never wished to be chained by a single woman, I know not how I could ever let this one go. For the first time, I am gladdened that magic decreed us mates.
Who would have thought I would become infatuated with someone of Morgana’s blood?
Then I feel Olivia’s tears wet my shoulders. Sobs shake her.
“Cry not, love.” I nuzzle her soft neck. “You are so enchanting. The things you make me feel…”
My words neither stop nor slow her cries. Is she overwrought by more than the pent-up power of her release?
“Don’t say shit you don’t mean.”
I clutch her face. “If I could, I would give my life to keep you safe from harm.”
“But you don’t mind hurting me yourself.”
So Olivia is still vexed over our spat, and the ecstasy I heap on her seems ripped from her soul because she not only tries to reject the pleasure I give her, but our very bond.
I will not have it.
“Olivia—”
“No.” She shoves at me. Her jagged inhalation dissolving into a wail that pierces my black heart. “Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me.”
