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“That is nonsense. We are friends. Have a great day, Taygen.” Rarity walks away, flipping her long white hair over her shoulder, and leaving us in the dust.
“Prince Cailian, I can reassure you—”
“—It is okay, Taygen. She is a force, it seems. If my mate says you are friends, you are friends.”
Nyx stands beside me, growling. “You will be the best fucking friend she ever had, understood?”
“I do not take orders from you. I am not your guard.”
“You do take orders from him, Taygen,” I rush to speak before Nyx can lose his temper and burn my guard until he turns to ash. “He is my mate which means we rule our kingdoms together.”
Taygen dislikes what I have to say, setting his jaw to the point that it flexes, and casts his eyes away. “Understood, Prince Cailian.”
Nyx blows out a slow, deliberate breath of black smoke that drifts into Taygen’s face. I slap Nyx’s chest before standing in front of Taygen, blocking the brimstone-scented cloud.
“Do not treat my guards and my people the way you want to treat me.” Grabbing his arm, I tug him down the frozen corridor, away from Taygen’s deadly grip on the spear.
“I was only—”
“—Do not try and make excuses for how you really feel. No matter how you fluff your words, I know your true feelings because I can feel them as if they are my own. You cannot fool me, Nyx. You might be able to fool everyone else, but not me. You hate my kingdom, you hate me, you hate my elves. I understand that.” I turn around before we reach Rarity, who is currently leaning against the railing, looking out to the vast view of Elementalu.
Vampire hearing is advanced, and I have no doubt she can hear every word I am saying to Nyx.
I crowd his space, standing toe to toe with the massive specimen that’s Dovenyx. “But while I understand that I will not stand for you to treat my elves with so much disrespect. Whether you like it or not, you are here. You are one of the leaders of my kingdom, no matter how much it still surprises me Fate would destine us. You do not like me, fine, but you will take that out on me. Do I make myself clear, Nyx?” I keep my voice as low as a whisper, my heart thumping wildly in my chest, no doubt that he can feel it as if it is his own, betraying my bravado.
“As clear as ice, Treasure.” The nickname drapes over me like a warm blanket causing a blip to stammer my heart.
“Do not call me that. We both know you do not mean it. I am far from being someone who you treasure.” Before he can say another word, I turn around to give him my back, then take a step to walk toward Rarity.
Our eyes lock and she tucks a piece of wild hair behind her ear before pinching her lips together as if she is stopping herself from laughing.
A hand lands on the back of my neck, gripping me without remorse with how bad it hurts before yanking me backward. Nyx causes me to spin around, his grasp on me so strong, that I feel the threat of it in my bones. One flick of his wrist, and I’ll be dead.
He growls as he lowers his head until he is nose to nose with me. “You are my treasure. I apologize for treating you and your kingdom with disrespect, but never say I do not mean something because I never speak false truths. We have a lot to work toward, but you are mine, Little Elf.” Nyx turns his head, his warm breath ghosting over my lips. “And what did I say about calling me Nyx?” His lips crash onto mine and the hold on my neck helps him control the kiss, his forked tongue slipping between my lips, teasing me with his want before he pulls free. “Now, let’s go see our much more reasonable firebond,Treasure.”
He lets me go, leaving me missing the calculating grip on my neck, and my cock aching for him.
Damn him.
Gathering my thoughts and lust, I run my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath before glancing to the right. Snow-covered mountains are in the distance, sitting happily behind the frozen forest. Blankets of snow lie for miles. Ice clings to the leaves. A quiet peace settles in the air, and it is almost hard to believe that on the other side of the castle is Nyx’s fiery kingdom where the trolls seem to be camping in Fog’s forest.
Rarity’s giggle makes me turn towards her to see Nyx making her laugh by brushing his scales against her neck. She must be ticklish.
“Nyx! Nyx, stop,” she pleads in laughter, turning her neck and body to try and get away from him, but it is in poor attempt. She loves his attention.
I know that feeling all too well.
Her purple eyes are lighter outside, leaving the faintest hue of the color I have found myself obsessed with. She reaches her hand out, inviting me into their space.
“Cailian, come here. It isn’t the same without you.”
“What do you mean? You two seem just fine without me,” I tease, taking a step closer because denying them would kill a part of my soul.
Nyx takes his turn, pressing his cheek against hers as his embers against his coal-colored scales pierce me.
I cannot help but wonder if our lives would be easier if we loved her separately. I would yearn for him, but I know he would not yearn for me, not in the way mates are supposed to.
To my surprise, his fingers trail down her forearm before sliding across her palm and then pointing at me. One long claw gestures in a come hither motion, the nail changing color as the light reflects off it with every bend of his finger.
