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Daeva’s face fell before she plastered on that frozen smile again. “Hecate would like a chance to visit with her sister.”
Jovan nodded toward Eilea. "Our mate is nursing our daughter.”
As if to emphasize Jovan’s point, the babe let out a wail. Eilea turned away, draping a blanket over her shoulder and tucking her infant beneath.
“Hecate is willing to come here,” Daeva added, a slight edge of desperation to her voice.
Boris’s brows scrunched together. He looked down at Daeva like she was a yapping dog at his feet. “And then what?”
Daeva innocently batted her eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“There’s another part to this story.” He jutted an accusatory finger at her as the other wolves at the table let out low growls. “Those demon wolf shifters who were trapped in a darker dimension of hell. You need Eilea to help you get them out.”
Phoenix noted how Eilea’s back stiffened at the mention of her name. Eilea had always been an independent wolf. She’d never let her mates dissuade her when she set her mind to something. So why wasn’t she speaking up now?
“Helius. Drakkon. Cadmus. Damon.” She glared at Boris. “Those are their names.” Her words came out like flaming arrows searing the air between them.
Boris shrugged. “Their names are of no significance to me.”
Magic raced through her veins, and she fought the urge to lash out at the stubborn chieftain. Violence wouldn’t help her mates, which was the only reason she didn’t knock him on his ass.
“They’re Eilea’s sons!” Daeva cried, throwing up her hands.
“Wereher sons,” Boris corrected while rolling his eyes, “supposedly in a past life.”
Horatiu jutted a foot forward, his nostrils flaring. “Supposedly?”
Boris dismissively waved him away. “We’re still not sure Eilea is this demon’s sister.”
A twitch worked in Daeva’s jaw as she shared a knowing look with Horatiu. “Hecate is confident Eilea is her sister, and Hecate is more than just a demon.” If Daeva’s eyes had been guns, they would’ve shot Boris full of holes. “She is the most powerful sorceress in all of hell.”
A triumphant grin tugged at the corners of Boris’s mouth. “Then why does she need Eilea?”
Gaze fixated on Eilea’s stiff back, Daeva whispered, “She misses her sister.”
Boris stood, his eyes flashing white as he glared down at Daeva. “I’m curious, Tori. Do you think I’m a fool, or do you think my instincts have failed me?”
Daeva’s features hardened. “My name is Daeva, and neither.”
“Perhaps a little of both, then.” He snorted, then plopped back down in his chair. “Either way, it’s insulting.”
A low growl rose from Horatiu’s chest as black fur sprouted on his face and arms. Fuck. Phoenix knew she’d have to intervene before a fight broke out.
“Boris,” she interjected.
The alpha looked at her, his nostrils flaring. “Chieftain Lupescu.”
“Chieftain Lupescu,” she corrected, doing her best to keep from rolling her eyes, “these lost shifters are also my fated mates.”
Magnus jumped to his feet, surprising Phoenix when he waved a fist down at her. “You are Amaroki, and you will have Amaroki mates.”
She was momentarily taken aback. Since when did her half-brother give two shits whom she married? By the time she finally found her voice, her inner wolf was howling with rage. “How nice you finally acknowledge me, brother, and it’s to tell me you’ve decided my future without my input.”
His features fell, and for a moment, she thought he would back down. “Fate will decide, Phoenix,” he said, with nauseating pity ringing in his words. “Once you meet your Amaroki mates, you won’t care aboutdemonwolves.” The word ‘demon’ dripped off his tongue like acid. Magnus had always made his hatred of demons clear, even knowing that Phoenix was half demon.
“You obviously don’t know me very well.” As if she’d just selfishly forget about her fated mates while they languished in hell. She squeezed her hands into fists, silently repeating their names lest she forget them.Helius. Drakkon. Cadmus. Damon.
Phoenix didn’t like how Eilea still hadn’t turned back around, focusing on her nursing daughter as if she couldn’t be bothered with this conversation. She’d faced them before while nursing her other babies, but something in Eilea’s demeanor had changed since last time she’d seen her. She’d become colder, more reserved. Phoenix’s nostrils flared as she caught a whiff of fear. Eilea was scared, that’s why she didn’t take part in this conversation. Fucking coward.
