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“This is a sanctuary city,” the orc says, as if I’m not aware of that fact.
Unfortunately, Aryndia has changed much over the years. It wouldn’t be beneath her to send spies specifically to kidnap Ali and yank her into Faere before any of us could stop it. Yes, she ran to the human realm, but she and her mates returned to Faere not long after Ali left.
“You’ll have the three of us at the ready to protect you, no matter what,” Silence says, perfectly stating my thoughts.
Ali scoffs, but she’ll see soon enough.
My beast would think nothing of rampaging his way through the entire fae court to protect our mate.
I’m done waiting.
I’m going to make that woman mine. Right after I spank her ass red for not trusting me in the first place.
* * *
“What are we meant to do?” I ask Atlas as soon as Ali disappears into her office at the establishment she works at.
“The three of us are going to have a conversation,” the orc says. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” He spins, heading off to talk to someone I don’t recognize.
The man is obviously a friend or person he trusts, because they both glance in our direction before tipping their heads together, talking in hushed tones.
I have excellent senses of smell and eyesight, but my hearing is nowhere close to the level of a shifter.
“We knew it was likely that she blamed us or suspected us to be involved in the attack,” Silence mutters. He begins pacing the hall, shaking his head and grumbling under his breath. He freezes mid step, and his eyes meet mine. “It’s difficult to fathom that she still hasn’t healed.”
“She should heal faster with us around.”
“That’s a very cocky outlook,” Atlas says from behind me.
“We’re her true mates,” I deadpan. He might not like it, but it doesn’t make it any less true. The same goes for Ali. “She might hate us, but it doesn’t change the fact that all creatures heal more quickly when they’re in close proximity to their soulmate.”
“Completing our bond with mating bites would likely speed up the process even further.” Silence rolls his lips together like he just realized how that sounds.
Atlas growls, sounding dangerous and slightly unhinged.
“You think you deserve to bite my flame?” he snarls, grabbing both of us by the front of our shirts. He yanks us out the back door until we’re in the same alleyway we appeared in last night. I spin around, clenching my fists to keep from decking him, but Silence speaks.
“Why is the fucker who broke my nose joining us for this conversation?” He petulantly slaps away the orc’s hand.
“Dread,” the hellhound replies, crossing his arms over his chest. “I own The Den. I’m Aline’s oldest friend in the human realm. I scraped her off the pavement when she was bleeding to death in a torn-to-hell dress on the side of the interstate. And I’ve looked after her ever since.”
Atlas snarls, finally releasing me, he spins in a circle. His boots crunch against the gravel as his muscles bulge.
Now would be a terrible time for him to go into a battle rage.
Ali will never forgive us if we’re forced to injure the orc to defend ourselves.
I mentally calculate how many days we would lose to healing if we allowed him to beat us practically to death. My hopes of my dear wife nursing me back to health are slim to none.
“Gods,” Silence mutters, drawing me out of my thoughts.
“Convince me not to kill you,” Dread says in an even tone, like he’s speaking about the weather. “I’m rather inclined to do it without giving you the chance, but since you’re fated, that means Aline would suffer. If you’re a threat to her—”
“He’s not the one you should be truly concerned about,” the vampire from last night says, appearing next to Silence. “Yes, he’s deadly, but I don’t have a soul. I’ll bury this knife in both your backs and not lose a wink of sleep. Not just because I technically don’t need to, but solely due to the fact, I just don’t give a fuck. You threatened my beloved and our unborn child.”
“Fuck,” I groan as his eyes turn milky white. “We have no problem with you. All we want is an opportunity to claim our mate.”
“We searched for her for decades,” Silence says indignantly. “Tensions were high last night. The last thing we want is Ali drawing more attention to herself or her gift.”
