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Sariel’s angel nudged the bond carefully, and my wolf moved to lay her head against it.
“And how many of them spent the first few months running and fighting for their lives, do you reckon?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Blossom opened her mouth to respond, but Tarragon cut her off.
“None,” he answered, “because most of the ones we’ve witnessed were between a fae and another species. Some were an already-established pair seeking asylum, but even they were not hunted on the scale you are.”
“Exactly,” I said with a tight smile. “Your point of reference for a mating bond that has suffered trauma is ours.”
“But your purest forms would know what to do,” Blossom spoke. Her voice gave me goosebumps, smooth and husky. “They operate on baser instincts. How have they not taken over and forced the completion of the bond?”
Sariel tapped his head. “He isn’t stronger than me unless my inhibitions are low. Even then, he wouldn’t do anything he knew would hurt or scare our mate.”
Blossom blinked. “Your angel is a sentient being?”
The table grew tense as all eyes turned to Sariel.
He flashed a wolf-like grin at the fae woman. “He’s one of the most opinionated beings I’ve ever met. Do you want to meet him?”
The bond pulsed with excitement. I rolled my eyes at his angel’s eagerness.
Blossom shrank away from Sariel’s expression. “No,” she answered.
“You must know that fallen angels do not have sentient angel forms,” Tarragon explained.
“I’m not just a fallen angel, though, am I?” Sariel reminded them. He grasped my hand that was on his thigh and laced our fingers together.
Tarragon laughed excitedly. “Interesting. I can’t wait to see how this unfolds for you,” he said, eyes gleaming. “This is why you’re a perfect pair to be our surrogate.”
I bit my tongue to stop myself from telling him to go fuck himself.
I have another idea,Sariel said through the bond.The fae are around the top of the hypothetical food chain. What if we exploit some of their resources while we’re here?
My brows furrowed.What?
Think about it. They have to train their Guardians somewhere, and they have to send their young to school. They must have scholars and trainers, something. The fae can’t just come out of the womb knowing what to do.
You want to learn things from them? What in the world do you think they could teach us, Sariel?
I could feel his sigh down the bond.No offense, sweetheart, but you’re shit at self-defense. Not to mention things are developing fast between us, and they know things about the bond that we don’t. It wouldn’t hurt to take advantage of what they have to offer.
I wasn’t insulted. I thought he might be onto something, in fact.So… what? We ask them to be part of their training regime and their classes? Do you think they’d let us around their young?
Training’s a yes. We could always just ask if it were possible to speak to the scholars.
I considered his suggestion. “What if we wanted to join your Guardians’ ranks?”
Foxglove scoffed. “Ye wouldn’t make it past the first day, lass.”
He was Irish. His accent made me double-blink, and his attitude made me frown. “That’s the point,” I said slowly, like he was dumb. “I can barely defend myself. Without my wolf, I’d be useless in a fight.”
Only as I said those words out loud did I realize their truth.
Foxglove eyed him carefully. “And your mate?”
He looked excited—his smile bordering on manic—as he looked at Sariel, almost like he believed that watching him in action would be something to behold.
I thought briefly back to how Sariel looked in his fully shifted form, his wings illuminated by the moonlight. I could see why he’d be interested.
