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“You didn’t see him,” Seb argued. “He could have been saying he was the king of the vampires.”
“I felt his teeth graze my neck,” I said with a shiver. “I don’t think he’d allow one of his men to do that since he asked me to marry him. And I don’t think it’s a fae thing.”
“Oh fuck,” Seb said. “But it doesn’t mean the dark king and the king of the vampires are not the same person.”
I sighed and shook my head. “The vamp doesn’t believe we’re fated, doesn’t believe in it. Yet we know that is totally different to the dark king.”
“He was trying to put you off,” Seb said.
I sighed. “Okay, I know it’s not him because he kissed me,” I said. "And I know it wasn't the vamp."
Seb twisted to me and ran his tongue over his teeth. “The dark king kissed you? You let him?”
“Mmm,” I said, chewing on my lip. “Where are we?”
“Oxfordshire,” Blake said.
“Where does the king of the vampires live?”
“Not Oxfordshire,” Blake said.
I whipped my face to his, waiting for a little more than a riddle.
“Nobody knows, but somewhere in Eastern Europe, but I suspect he must have a home in England or Wales.”
“Not Scotland?" I asked Blake.
“No, he wouldn’t venture that close to fae territory. At least not permanently. The two kingdoms are vicious with each other. The agreement was for them to live in different countries for the sake of everyone else.”
“The dark king knew where to find me,” I said, narrowing my eyes and rubbing at my wrists. “Which means he knows more about the king of vampires than we realise.”
“Or he is the same person,” Seb said.
“If that was the case, why would he have saved Lacey and contacted us?” Blake asked.
“Exactly,” I said. “What would be the point of that?”
“To put you off the track. Make you like him and bring your walls down to him. Make you less guarded around him,” Seb said. “And next time, the result might be different.”
“The dark king isn’t the king of the vampires,” I said emphatically.
I closed my eyes, thinking of Deven’s warm gentle kiss to his hard and passionate one, to the way his skin felt under my touch and the way his forehead touched mine before he left. I brushed my finger over my lips. The movement was absent-minded, and I quickly rushed my hands onto my lap.
“And he is an angel of some sort, not a vampire,” I said after a moment of silence.
“What?” Seb’s head twisted to me quickly.
“We flew. I was still wearing the blindfold, but I know we were flying.”
“Blindfolded,” Seb stated. “Why didn’t you take it off and look at him?”
“Because he trusted me not to.”
Seb glared at me.
“We made a deal. He saved me and I didn’t take off the blindfold,” I said with a deep sigh.
Seb blew out a large breath and pushed his head against the headrest of the car. “You might not have flown, maybe you sifted,” he said, and I glanced at Blake because we’d sifted once before.
