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I’m not sure if this truce can last long if he intends to share a bed, but I’m too tired to fight him on it.
The pain of his rejection isn’t fully going away, but I’m learning to manage it. Perhaps because it’s not as effective as it should be with Daithi’s dark magic interfering.
Or if it’s because he keeps touching me.
I rub my sternum as I take the bathroom first, the ache slowly returning without him nearby.
But I do need a shower.
We’re both bloody and covered in covens know what. Hundreds of vials exploded in my study, and the winds that had been kicked up sent all sorts of witchy ingredients into my hair, as well as ash from various objects that had burned.
Ayla is going to kill me.
That’s a bridge I’ll cross when I get to it. A burned study is the least of our problems if Daithi’s magic has somehow gotten a foothold in my life.
I don’t know how Jasper plays into all of this, but I intend to find out.
For now, he says he wants to protect me and I believe him. If he wanted me dead, he would have killed me already.
And if he wanted to use a fate bond to control me, he wouldn’t have rejected me.
And perhaps he knew that rejection was the only thing that would convince me hewasn’ta threat.
The irony.
Frowning, because I don’t like thisat all, I snatch up a comb and start yanking it through my blonde strands.
Who are you, Jasper Justi?
While I don’t know much, I know he’s a cocky-ass vampire mercenary, one who’s arrogant enough to go rogue and think it wouldn’t catch up to him.
And it didn’t take me long to realize he was young. Infantile, by vampire standards.
He couldn’t be much older than my twenty-three years.
It was trickier to figure that part out, but it was his memories that gave him away.
Or lack of memories, as it were. The spell I’d used on him allowed me a glimpse into his past. I’d been seeking something specific, but his entire life had briefly flashed before my eyes.
If it had been hundreds of years, the spell would have taken longer to sort through more recent memories. The past is like a weight, one that holds down everything in the present and makes it difficult for ancient supernaturals to cope with things like change or threats. It also makes memory spells more complicated.
But this one had been a breeze.
A vampire in his twenties or thirties,I decide as I pluck twigs and roots out of my hair.A master vampire with a connection to the death plane. That’s who you chose for me, mistress of fate?
I don’t often speak to the powers of fate, or the spirits, or anything greater than myself. As with everything in my life, I find solace in facts and knowledge.
But this is bigger than me, and I’m going to have to accept that.
You met your fated mate?!my sister shouts in my head.
Faltering, I drop the comb and it clatters to the floor.
Shit. Apparently, I was broadcasting that thought a little too loudly.
“Are you okay in there?” Jasper asks.
