A twinge of guilt rippled through me. He made a good point. Given how much magic she burned through when killing all the mages, it was no wonder she’d collapsed. Goddess, did she need a healer?
I rushed over to check, but the bear growled menacingly.
“Get your fucking hands off her!”
“Excuse me? She’s my mate too!”
“You took her from the club and handed her to your father, you fucking cunt!”
His words hit hard. Fuck, he was right. It was my fault she was here. My fault she nearly died at my father’s hands.
I didn’t deserve a mate like Raven. Or any mate.
Worst of all, my father was still out there, plotting and scheming with his evil bitch of a wife. The moment he reorganized his forces, he’d come after Raven.
I was the weak link.
Dad could have easily embedded a dormant dark magic enchantment in my brain, one that activated on command.
I had to get away from them all.
Maverick threw a disgusted look at me and then turned his back. The others watched curiously but said nothing. Eventually the other big male cocked his head to one side and then spoke.
“I will look for my treasure. We don’t have long.” Then he strode off, dick swinging like a fucking anaconda chilling in the breeze.
“If there’s another vampire here, I must find them.” The vampire zipped away right after him.
“Come, fish boy, let’s search for strays.”
The moment they left, I headed for the office where my father had kept his files. If I knew the old fucker, he’d have a few portal spellsstashed in his desk. He liked to be prepared in case Brianna wasn’t here to save his miserable ass.
Sure enough, I found one in a locked drawer, along with a pad of sticky notes. I scribbled a message to the witch so that she didn’t chase after me and then threw the portal potion bottle at the wall.
A glowing portal opened. Without giving myself time to think about my next steps, I pictured where I wanted to go and dove through.
28
Raven
Ahowling wind buffeting the window woke me. I opened my eyes, vision bleary, confused about where I’d fallen asleep. This wasn’t the hideously uncomfortable cot where I’d spent the last few nights.
I lifted my head, provoking a disgruntled grumble from the mattress. Okay, so not a mattress.
“Does a mattress have nipples?” Zane rumbled sleepily.
“No?”
“You don’t sound too sure about that,” he laughed.
Deciding it was best to put a pin in that conversation, I raised my head and surreptitiously wiped the drool away from my mouth. Maverick never complained when I sleep-drooled over him. Being a furry bear had its advantages.
“You can drool over me all you want,” my incubus purred. “Especially my cock.”
I huffed in annoyance. “Stop reading my thoughts!”
“Not like he can help it when you broadcast your inanity over the entire realm.”
“Kenji!”
