“How doyouaccidentally form a blood bond with a mortal?”
“Did you know the sight of blood throws her off the deep end?” He answers my question with a question, and I pause because I didn’t know that, but then again, how would I?
Better question: how does he?
“She was going through pictures, telling me about her brother when she got the cut. She smelled divine, and it took some effort, but I was able to keep myself in check until she started to panic.”
Shit.
Her file didn’t say she had an issue with blood specifically, but it did say she hadepisodesfrom the crash that killed her parents. I’d bet that has something to do with it.
“So I fixed her bleeding issue—”
“Which doesn’t require you to feed her your blood,” Titus seethes, looking like he wants to strangle Felix, though I guess he often looks at him like that.
“I didn’t.”
“What?” Julian asks, looking as confused as I feel.
“If you didn’t, then how did you start a blood bond?” I ask, wishing he would just spit it out.
Instead, he shrugs, still without looking away from Wren.
“Bullshit,” Titus snaps after a minute, and this time Felix does look up, meeting his brother's gaze for a moment.
“I didn’t feed her my blood.”
I watch the two of them, eyes bouncing back and forth as Titus holds his gaze, looking for something that clearly isn’t there.
“Fuck!” Titus shouts before he stomps away, only to turn around and pace right back, glaring at Felix.
“Father called. I have to go and meet the king,” Felix says without so much as looking up.
I might not understand everything that’s going on with these two, but that I understand.
“How long will you be gone?” I ask, and the frown that pulls at the corner of his mouth lets me know his answer without him needing to say anything.
“Shit.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I have no doubt he’s telling the truth, seeing as the idea of leaving seems to pain him.
I’ve never understood why he still does everything his father asks, not when he knows what kind of man he is, but I assume he has his reasons.
Not to mention, now would be a hell of a time to tell him to get fucked, now that he finally has something worth losing.
He leans in, breathing her in before pressing a kiss to the soft skin behind her ear. She makes a sound that goes straight to my cock before he closes his eyes and pulls on the shadows in the corner, making the room darker for a moment before he disappears into them.
“Why does he still jump when your father says?” I ask Titus, unable to get past this nagging feeling that something about this isn’t right.
He’d just admitted to starting a blood bond with Wren. I can’t imagine he would willingly leave her; it can’t be comfortable. Even if not for himself, she’s mortal, and I have no idea what the effects of this bond will be.
“He doesn’t have a choice.”
I’m about to ask him what he means by that when Wren stirs. That’s all the distraction Titus needs to storm out of the room, taking his answers with him.
If I had it my way, I’d never leave Wren’s side again, but like it or not, Julian’s right. Even if I wouldn’t hurt her, other people would.
My father, in particular, is a problem, one that I’d never dare subject her to, which means until I can get out of this sire situation, I must watch her from afar.
