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Okay. I can do this. Just slice this super sharp knife over your palm.
I squealed, a very uncool, high-pitched noise as I ran the blade over my palm. A drop of blood dripped onto the blanket. I dropped the knife, but Dastien caught it. “Shit. That fucking hurts.” I closed my hand holding it against my heart. “Hurry up. I’m not doing that again.”
Dastien slid the knife along his hand like it was nothing.
“Show off.”
“Give me your hand.”
I reached out, and we joined our hands together.
Dastien’s power hit me and I felt like I was drowning.
I gasped. “Oh God.” It was overwhelming. For a while, I’d thought I was more powerful than him. More alpha because my bruja blood gave me an advantage. But I was wrong. So fucking wrong. Dastien was powerful. He had so much more in him that I’d thought. How did he keep it tampered down?
“What’s mine is your and yours is mine. From earth to air to fire to water. Moon and sun. I will be yours to the end of time.” Dastien’s words rolled through me, and our bond flew open—wider than it had ever been before. All I could see was white as a vision flashed before my eyes.
A man that looked like Dastien, only older, stood before me. His father? I’d seen a picture before. It had to be.
He sat in a field, playing blocks with a little boy, maybe two or three years old. Dastien. He giggled and I laughed, too.
He was so adorable. He must have his parents wrapped around his little finger.
A castle loomed behind them. Bright white stone and a dark black roof with spires reaching up into the sky. Little square windows dotted the outside, almost too many to count.
As they played, a woman ran to them; her long, blonde hair flowed down her back like golden silk. She said something in French, and the boys laughed. When she started running back to the castle, the little boy jumped up with a squeal to chase her.
Another wave of Dastien’s alpha power rolled through me, pulling me out of the vision. “Knowing what I have to offer, will you accept me and this bond?”
“Yes.” I managed to say the word before then another flash of white sucked me into a vision.
Dastien was a t
eenager. His hair was shorter, and his shoulders weren’t as full.
He sat in the breakfast nook in Mr. Dawson’s cabin. The kettle whistled and Mr. Dawson got up to fill two mugs.
“You have more power than any wolf that I know, but you’re young. You have to learn to control it or you’ll never be able to leave St. Ailbe’s. I won’t be able to allow it.”
Dastien threw his mug across the room, but Mr. Dawson didn’t flinch.
“I’m trying, but I… What am I going to do? Who can be with me? I’m dangerous.”
His pain was so deep that it caused a stabbing ache in my heart.
“No.” Mr. Dawson leaned across the table. “You’re not dangerous.”
“But Rupert said—”
“He’s wrong, and he’s jealous. There will be someone for you. A good match. But it won’t be Imogene. She’s trying to manipulate you.” He crossed his arms, giving Dastien a fierce stare down. “She’s a waste of your time. There will be someone for you. She’ll be your perfect match. You just have to wait here.”
“Wait here? But I’m graduating in two years and I have to decide if I’m bonding with Imogene—”
“No. You’re not allowed. As your guardian, I don’t approve the match.”
With that, Dastien’s pain vanished. A slow smile broke out across his face. “You don’t?”
“No. I’ll get you a cabin. You stay on here and—”
