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"It's some kind of potion that calms him down, at least for a bit," Jaiel ground out. "Get him to drink it!"
Nodding, I grabbed it and rushed to their side. "Come on now, Tye," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "Drink this."
Jaiel's arms were shaking now, and Wolf-Tye's snapping jaws were getting closer to the Fae prince's face.
Fuck. He was too lost in the wolf to listen right now.
Uncorking the skin, I stepped closer and squeezed the bag, sending clear brown liquid all over Tye's wolfish muzzle and into his mouth and nose.
Spluttering, the wolf blinked against the liquid and stared up at me with betrayed, golden-yellow eyes.
Then he turned to smoke … and then into a very naked Tye.
"Forsaken hells!" I muttered, staring at the potion. "This stuff works …"
Jaiel cleared his throat and stood up, rubbing the back of his head and shoulder. "Took you long enough. Saints! I thought I was dead for sure."
I stared at him, cheeks hot.
We'd somehow gone from almost fucking, to fighting, to him watching me almost fuck someone else within the span of a single day.
If this relationship got any more complicated, I'd have to write a book about it!
"Mage forsaken." I turned to stare as Tye climbed to his feet, wiping the liquid off his face. "Did that really just happen?"
Jaiel cocked a brow, then nodded. "Afraid it did."
Tye examined his hands and scowled. "Fuck. I — I don't know what to say."
Jaiel studied Tye for a moment and shrugged. "It's fine. No one's hurt, but we might not be so lucky next time. Just — keep drinking that damn potion until you get the wolf under control. Okay?"
Tye's jaw tightened, and he stared at the wineskin before nodding.
My gaze was glued on Jaiel, though.
He said no one had been hurt, but I knew he was lying — I'd felt the bruises through the bond.
First, he hid his low charisma, and now he was hiding these injuries … what else did the asshole Fae prince keep hidden behind that infamous smirk of his?
Something inside my chest twisted at the thought, but I pushed it away. I'd put distance between us earlier for a reason. The prince wasn't mine to worry about.
"Well," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I don't know about you two, but I'm starving, and the event has likely already begun. Should we head up?"
Tye reached down to grab the wineskin, and Jaiel let out a soft chuckle.
"Why don't you go, Princess. Wolf-Boy needs to get dressed, and I need to change clothes. We'll meet you up there."
My gaze lingered for a moment on Tye's very naked body, the way those muscles shifted in the light spilling in from the hallway … and those tattoos — every gods damned inch of them.
He'd felt so right —
Fuck!
The bond in my chest was thrumming again, and I forced my eyes back to the door. I wouldn't be controlled by that damn thing!
"Yes," I said, avoiding looking at either of them in the hopes it would help keep my damn urges under control. "I'll — uh — see you up there."
Wincing, I half-walked, half-ran to the door and out into the hall.
