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His teeth bit down lightly. So lightly, he didn’t even break the skin. But the threat was there. Then he was backing away.
I slowly raised my gaze. “I need you in human form. Please.”
A moment later, I was staring at the wolf in Nathaniel’s body. He stalked toward me. “This was dangerous, mate.”
“I know.”
I remembered the other words Nathaniel had said, what felt like months ago now.
“If I ever turn, and you meet my wolf for real, you need to kill me, Evie.”
“I could never kill you.”
“If it meant protecting everyone you loved, you could. If you ever look into my eyes and see nothing but wolf, you need to do the world a favor and put me down.”
I had more faith in Nathaniel’s wolf than he did.
“I need you to give me the book,” I said.
“No. The book is powerful. It will hurt you.”
My heart twisted. Even now, Nathaniel’s wolf was determined to protect me.
“It can’t hurt me. It needs a few weeks before it can get into my head. We’re going to give it back to Finvarra.”
The wolf watched me. I lowered my gaze, but he seemed more in control now.
“I will do this, mate. But you should prepare yourself and keep your ward in place. The fae object will fight me.”
“I know.”
Nathaniel walked toward the bedside table. As much as I wanted to do it myself, I knew he had to physically hand it over. I couldn’t be involved until he’d given it up himself.
His eyes flashed darker, and he went still. Then his eyes were wolf again.
Another step. Another.
I choked out a sob, wishing I could do anything to help.
“I love you,” he ground out, and it was Nathaniel. The book took hold once more, and he bared his teeth at me, his eyes filled with malice. “Kill you.”
Those pale, pale blue eyes gleamed at me, and I could feel his wolf, reaching for the bond between us. I poured everything I could into the bond, until dizziness swept over me.
He was leaning down now, opening the drawer.
“Be ready, mate,” the wolf said, and I took a step closer. Nathaniel lashed out, but his wolf caught his hand before it could even get close to making contact with me.
“We give you this book,” Nathaniel’s wolf said, his eyes steady on mine. “To take and to hide. We reject it and everything it stands for.”
I could sense the book now—could feel it waiting, sly and ready.
I would need to drop the ward to take the book. And the book knew it.
Blood began to drip from Nathaniel’s nose. His wolf was gone. And then it was just him. “It’s okay,” he told me. “It’s going to be okay.”
I dropped the ward. He held out the book.
His claws popped out, hand slashing toward me. I ducked, but I didn’t need to. His claws were buried in his own stomach.
