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Amos let go of my hand only to face me as I remained in my spot at the door.
"Do I hear a speck of jealousy in my new mate’s voice?” Amos teased as he purposely approached me at a snail’s pace—a good intimidation tactic when you were an overpowering fae ruler.
Despite the discomfort, I stood my ground even as Amos was right in my personal space.
“Switch to Willow,” he commanded as if we were two entities.
“You realize we’re the same person,” I voiced the obvious as the feminine depth of my tone confirmed I was Willow again. The outfit change to a tulle rainbow sparkle dress and pink heels reinforced the swap.
“I’m well aware,” he growled and admired me from head to toe while still in my personal orbit. "No matter male or female, the sight of jealousy in your eyes turns me on. Intriguing.”
I rolled my eyes in hopes of pushing him away from such a repulsive assumption.
"You never answered my question.”
"I know.” The cocky king knew the power he currently had in this situation. “Maybe if I frustrate you enough, I’ll get to kiss you like I’ve been dying to do since seeing you with that fucker.”
“If you wished to kiss me, you could have done so,” I dismissed as if he were bringing up a childish complaint that didn’t involve seeking one’s permission. “Now, who’s King Lysander to you?”
He gripped my chin next as he forced my body back enough to press against the wood surface of the door.
“What is it to you?” he countered on purpose as his hand glided from my jaw to wrap lightly around my neck. “Unless you’re jealous, my relationship with other fae royals is none of your concern.”
“I’m your mate,” I reminded him as if he’d forgotten—which I most certainly knew he hadn’t. "It’s my right to know.”
“Just like it’s my right to grind your gears until you give up,” he argued with the clear intention of not giving in until he got what he craved.
The validation my frustration delivers.
"Either answer the question or you can turn back to Aura. At least I can have a proper conversation with her.”
“Tsk. Tsk,” he replied and moved so quickly, I was still figuring out how we ended up in what felt like a closet. My body was still pinned, only it was against a cement surface versus the wooden door.
“You refer to her as if we’re not the same person.” He used my own commentary from earlier against me before his chilled lips stole mine in a mind-blanking kiss that really did leave me questioning what we were arguing about after three minutes of passion.
“Shit…,” I cursed breathlessly as I stared at him with wide eyes. “You did that on purpose!”
“The angrier you get, the harder my cock becomes, so I’ll do anything to turn me on,” he confessed. “Including coming to my mate’s aid when three higher tier fae try to gang up on you in public in an act to humiliate you.”
That threw me off, which was why I closed my open mouth that was ready to argue.
"And the only way for me to redirect my anger from destroying these very lands with unnecessary natural disaster and other catastrophic instances that would scream ‘angry fae on the loose’ is to keep myself occupied, which is exactly where my mate comes in to save the night from my imbalanced emotional state,” he concluded. “King Lysander is my ex.”
“At least you’re hones…WHAT?!” I gasped when his words registered in my brain, and I was inches from his face. “Shut the front door! You dated him? Wait. As Aura or as Amos? Which, by the way, I really do like Amos. Feels like I can dominate the universe with you by my side, which probably sounds crazy, like this entire day, but that’s beside the point.”
My rambling shock seemed to calm him down a bit as I watched his muscles that were far too tense ease up a little.
“We’re the same person,” he reminded me yet again. “It was an on-and-off fling. I’m pretty sure you can see why we’re not compatible.”
“Is he a villain?” I decided to ask. “Because he really gives off those vibes.”
That made Amos smile in a way that told me I was so fucking wrong.
“Am I mated to a villain?” I gasped in horror, but in reality, I was actually a little excited at the idea of being mated to a bad guy.
Or the whisky was finally making me insane.
"In Faerie, there’s no such thing as good versus evil. Those with halos above their heads can be the most devious sinners when you review all the shit they’ve done for what they deem is the ‘greater good.’ Just as those who carry the element of shadows can be the most kind, innocent, and devoted beings one could ever come across.”
