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“Another, my Lord?” Ophira, the redheaded siren, rasps, her long fingernails petting the golden snake wrapped around her throat.???
“Is that how it sleeps?” I ask, noticing how the body appears as hard as real gold.??
Her lips curve to one side, the rim of her eyes glowing red. “She never sleeps, my Lord. If she did … many men would perish.” A dark smile forms on her face. “Most would be unnecessary deaths.”?
My eyes slide left, locking onto the purest of white hair I’ve ever seen, and I can’t look away as London climbs the steps towards the bar.??
Her dress falls open, exposing her bare skin clear up to her hip.??
She's showing others what’s mine and I should fucking kill her for it.??
She freezes, her head snapping this way and our eyes lock.?She swallows, and it’s not until her eyes drop to my hands that I look down.??
Covered with dried blood and large shards of broken glass clenched between my fists.??
A small ache forms in my chest, but it vanishes before I can figure out where the fuck it came from or why it’s there.?
“Perhaps I can ask to share quarters with the young reject? I could rid you of your problem in the span of one moon—”?
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m lurching for the redhead's neck, my claws drawn and starved for the feeling of broken flesh.??
Silver’s deep groan fills my ears, and when I blink, it’s his scent that hits my nostrils, his body wrapped around mine in a tight hug, Creed's face over his right shoulder, Sin's over his left.??
As one, they shove forward, driving me back until we're gone from the room entirely.?Silver’s hands find my shoulders, and it takes a second to realize he’s pulling on me so he can yank himself away.??
My eyes fall to the gaping holes in his chest, and I look to my hands, the sharp weapons that live within them nowhere to be seen.??
Silver's skin begins to glow, the wounds sealing as he heals himself from within. When his eyes open again, he points his finger at me before stepping back through the open portal, closing it right behind him.??
I’m left with my brothers in a room in the royal manor. I throw myself to my feet, snapping my fingers and creating a portal, but I’m so worked up I can’t fucking see straight. I don’t know what kind of shit they’re all playing but I'm not here for it.
Creed snaps the portal closed with a casual hand. “Relax,” he demands. “Now.”?
“Fuck you.”?
Legend joins us then, popping up behind me. “It won’t be him who’s fucked if you can’t control yourself.”?
“It’s not me!” I shout, and my brothers pause, all three moving closer to one another, confusion pointed my way. “It’snot.”?
“Knight—”?
“It’s not fucking me, Creed!” I shout, rage building. “You think I would act like a fucking crazed animal during Midnight Mating over her? A traitor? A weak girl who loves humans like they’re worth more than the blood in their veins? A fucking Gifted who doesn’t even know how to open a damn door without grabbing the handle?!” I throw myself back against the cushions. “Fuck no and fuck her. I fuckinghateher.”?
As I say it, sharp pain slices through my sternum as if the earth fairy at the party tonight extended her thorny vines straight into it.??
Creed glares, shaking his head, while Sin simply stares, probably wondering if he should torture her a little harder to make me feel better, but it’s my little brother who bends at his knees, bringing his face level with mine.?
“Wrong,” he says matter of fact. “It is you and you know it. It’s a deeper part of you. The truest fucking part. The part that knows what you really are and what it wants and what itwantsis the girl who belongs to it. There is no denying this. London belongs to you. Literally. You can hate it and you can hate the girl, but until you break the bond completely, those are the facts. Lying to yourself will only make you mad. Trust me.”?
I growl, angry because I can’t fucking speak. Can't acknowledge. I did that. For a split fucking second, I let go. I wanted and I caved, and she was perfection in my palms.??
And then I learned the truth.??
London Crow, no, Villaina Lacroix, isn’t intended to be the Queen of Rathe.?No, she’s the test for its future King.?Me.??
The fates gave me the daughter of The Slasher to test my worth.?To test not just the monster beneath my skin, but the man who wears it; and I will not fucking fail by giving into the weakness that’s crept beneath my bones because of her. Make no mistake. That is exactly what she is.??
A weakness.??
