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His throat bobs with a swallow before he obeys, taking off his glasses. Kornelius isn’t affected, which confirms my theory that the brothers can absorb each other’s magic like they do mine.
The hit of Zy’s gaze goes straight to my core.
Just like last time, magic swirls with incredible power in those bright green orbs. They’re glorious and beautiful and every bit as enticing as the rest of him.
Taking in a deep breath, I allow the magic he offers to swell through me. It fills my spirit to the brim, giving me energy to work with.
Transferring it into my flesh is a difficult matter, but now that I know what I’m trying to accomplish, I manage to stop the bleeding along the gash on my throat. A tingling sensation sweeps over fresh skin as a delicate layer forms.
“Take off the bandage, Kornelius,” I tell him without looking at him. I need to keep my gaze on Zy, but Kor’s power is going to come into play soon.
He silently obeys and tenderly pulls at the soaked gauze, peeling it away until cool air meets my skin.
A strained sound leaves his throat. “Issy…”
I know it must look bad, but he needs to see this through.
The other end of failure is a lesson learned. And I have one to teach him here.
“Lick the wound clean,” I tell Kornelius.
Both of my mates go extremely still.
“I don’t think—”
“Do it,” I snap when Kornelius tries to protest, then I turn my tone softer. “Trust me.”
Zy’s eyes have widened and his gaze immerses me in his magic and concern, but he doesn’t look away. Instead, he gives me what I need when Kornelius gently runs his tongue along the firmer part of my skin near the wound.
That tingling sensation grows when his arousal releases his magic into the air.
He’s like a battery, one that transforms energy and holds on to it until it’s released.
Jasper amplifies it.
Zyran is power itself.
Zyran and Korenliustogetherare a deadly duo, creating the perfect mixture of magic I can manipulate as Zy looks into my eyes while Kornelius continues his slow, gentle work.
His breath puffs against my neck as he inevitably feels the pull of my blood. I’m not cursed anymore. We shouldn’t go into a spiral of bloodlust again, but I suspect that Kornelius is a vampire who has denied himself in all things. He’s far too calm and reserved, as if he’s hiding something. Hidinghimself.
That’s a recipe for disaster, as I hope he’s finally learned.
“I don’t think I can do this,” he whispers, his words tickling my skin.
“You can,” I say. “You’re sorry for what you did, aren’t you?”
He presses his forehead against me. “Fuck. You have no idea, but an apology means nothing in comparison to… this.” He’s staring at my wound. It’s going to leave a nasty scar and that hurts me more than the pain, because I know my mates will always be reminded of what happened when they see it.
“Then show me you’re sorry,” I say, eager to take my fill.
I might not be cursed, but fate still has a debt to be paid.
And I have not yet bonded with Kornelius—while what bond I have established with Zy is frayed.
Both issues that need to be dealt with immediately.
I’ve always dreamed of what it would be like to find my fated mate.
