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“How do I get rid of it?” I asked.
Brandon shot me a dirty look, which I ignored.
“You can’t, I’m afraid, and it’s not much use to fight it. It’s probably why you’re so much in love with your so-called captive and have been from the first time you saw him years ago. And he with you.”
I began spluttering, but I felt Brandon staring at me, I refused to look at him.
“This is complete bullshit.”
“Ignore it then. But I warn you that you do so at your own peril. And his.”
“His? What do you mean?”
“Neither of you will ever be able to settle down without the other. Never be truly happy or even content. In his particular case, this young man may never be able to heal from this injury in his brain. Not without your intervention.”
“Mine? But what can I do?”
“In the past, blood magic partners could benefit from an exchange of blood and semen. Both would be ideal.”
Brandon’s face flamed, and he shook his head firmly. “No. It’s impossible because as I already told you we’re both Alphas. We can’t be lovers,” Brandon’s voice sounded scandalized and urgent, almost desperate. “It’s not allowed in Morovia or in Igella or anyplace I know of.”
“But you already are lovers. Why do you try so hard to pretend you’re not?”
Chapter Eight
Brandon
I gasped, unable to look at Grimora. I was well aware of Roxbury though and knew without even looking that Roxbury was puffing out his chest like a rooster and had a fatuous smile on his face. I gave him a dirty glance and sure enough, he was sitting back, propping himself on his hands and looking stupidly self-satisfied.
“It’s true I’ve sworn revenge on this captive and taken some pleasure with him,” he said, “Sexually, that is. And you were right before when you said I might not let him go. Even after a ransom has been paid. I have an old grudge against him and his family so I told him I would strip him naked and ravish him every chance I got. Every day. Maybe twice a day. Simply because I know he hates it so much. Not because I want him, of course. I told him I’d fuck him through the bed until he begged for mercy. I even vowed to knot him. Until he learns his place.”
“You’re so stupid,” Brandon said, curling his lip in a sneer. “You try to knot me, and you’ll draw back a nub instead of a dick.”
I sat up quickly and grabbed his arm in a harsh grip, like I was about to fight him. A silly attempt at intimidation that he scoffed at. He stared right back at me, daring me to keep on.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, but other than that and some harsh breathing, he was a big fraud, and we both knew it. His eyes widened and sparked with some passion I couldn’t read. Was it hatred? A need for revenge? Or what, exactly?
We might have continued our stare down, but Grimora cleared his throat. “It’s foolish to fight these feelings between you. They’re much too intense. You could help your mate recover, young captain, if you wanted to. Or you could keep on as you’re going and eventually have to bury him.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Roxbury yelled, letting go of my arm as if it burned him and jumping to his feet, like the dumbass he was. “Damn these riddles of yours. What do you mean, bury him?”
“It’s no riddle. I’ve tried to be clear. You can help heal him. Or he can continue to deteriorate and may die. Tell the truth. He’s not been getting better, has he? In fact, you’ve seen a slight decline in the short time he’s been with you, though you don’t like to admit it. Blood magic could help him or possibly even cure him. I’ve seen it happen many times, though of course, we’re limited to what you can transfer to him. If he bit you and sucked your blood, it would help him. The idea of knotting him, with multiple orgasms for you both would most likely be beneficial as well.”
“Personally, I think that sounds crazy.”
“Well, you do know a lot about crazy, Roxbury,” I said, unable to hold back the words.
He put his face up close to mine, red and furious. “I wouldn’t fuck you with somebody else’s dick.”
“Probably the only way you could do it.”
He jumped to his feet and stormed out, so enraged he could no longer speak, and I watched him go. Gods, he could make me madder than anyone. Now that he was gone, though, a silence fell over the cave, and the only sound was the fire popping and snapping in its niche in the walls. I felt strangely empty and a little sad. And scared at what Grimora had said about me. I didn’t want to die.
I could feel Grimora’s stare, so I shifted my attention to him. “What? Do I have something on my face?”
“No,” he replied softly. “I was just wondering why the two of you are so stubborn.”
“Stubborn? Me?”
