“I don’t see the magic the way a witch would, vampire,” Jacob said. “But if you are asking if I could reinterpret—”
“Is that something that happens?” Tremon asked. “Does fate change?”
“It does not.”
“But,” Caine persisted, “you could reinterpret, here in the Seelie realm?”
“I could. What is the meaning of this?”
“These people require proof,” Tremon said, “of what we all know to be true. That the fate of these two has not changed.”
Jacob again frowned quickly, but Caine caught it.
“I can tell you nothing has changed. The interpretation of the magic is the same that Prince Donovan and Seath Rawson are fated. There are no re-interpretations of the Fates.”
“So,” Caine asked, “there is fated mate magic between these two.” He gestured between the still impassive Donovan and a pacing Seath.
Jacob’s head gave a barely perceptible jerk. “As I told you, I cannot see magic between two people. I can only interpret the Fates.”
Caine nodded, moving closer to the Councilors. “So you are saying that you know Prince Donovan and Seath Rawson are fated, but you could not pick those people out of a crowd? In fact, you wouldn’t even know if Prince Donovan and Seath Rawson were right in front of you?”
“Correct. That is not how my magic works, vampire.”
Caine drew back, with a smile almost as quick and fleeting as Jacob’s had been.
Seath frowned, wondering what Caine was about and how to calm his mate, who seemed on the edge of panic.
Chapter twenty-six
To See What Cannot Be Seen
“Asenlighteningasthatwas,” Tremon’s words were cold and dark, both angry and dismissive of Caine’s questioning, “it only proves my point. There is a fated connection being denied here.” Something even darker crossed his face as he turned to the Councilors. “You asked me what I wanted from the Council, and it was, admittedly, hard to quantify. But, let me be clear of my complaint against this pack and this omega himself. Reparations for the fated bonding is one thing, but if the Council truly wanted to set things right, they would use the power of the Seelie realm to remove the false bond between Seath and this omega.”
Seath and Lycan shared a look of terror, Lycan turning pale at the suggestion. They stepped close to each other, Seath no longer standing to the side, but gathering Lycan close as the omega trembled, watching his world fall apart.
“What do you possibly mean, Tremon?” Greene asked.
Tremon turned toward Titania. “I mean what I say. This omega has obviously caused a false bond by his strange spellbinding. I demand that the false bond be removed. That will solve the problem much better than letting this farce continue at the Prince’s expense.”
Caine strode forward, something commanding in his presence. “The Seelie Realm allows us to see what cannot be seen, is that not the truth of it? Would a coven in this realm not be able to undo the spellbinding left? With Lycan’s mind restored, any false bond would fall away. We can solve two problems this day in the same stroke.”
Titania moved to Lycan, giving Seath a look as she placed her hand on Lycan’s head. “I can see the weaves, and the spelled knots in his mind. This is knotting magic and we could remove it here.”
Seath’s teeth were elongated, and he didn’t bother to try and stop them. “No. You will kill him. We had to take precautions to do this in steps. Serepta, you…” He gestured helplessly at the witch who had been part of the receiving party, and thus part of the group now at the Seelie Court. She strode forward at Seath’s command, face set in determined lines.
Titania herself cut him off with an apologetic look at Serepta. “It will not kill him. It will be difficult for him, but shouldn’t be fatal. The witch can disagree if she would like.”
Serepta looked at Seath. “It would not be fatal, Seath. Hard, yes. But not fatal.”
Tremon came closer, and the hate radiating from his eyes was enough to turn Lycan’s stomach as the man got closer, accusing finger directed at Lycan’s sternum.
“This little omega. So quick to turn Seath’s head, weren’t you? Spellbound from his own origins,” Tremon sneered. “He’s been magicked down to his very bones and no one wants to consider that the same magic that obfuscated his scent and locked down his memory could also lead an Alpha to believe in a false fated mate? No one wants to believe that could be true or that this omega did it on purpose. You could just confess, omega.”
Seath stepped in front of Lycan. “Enough, Tremon.”
“And you,” Tremon didn’t stop, rounding next on Seath. “Letting yourself be drawn into the designs of an omega by thinking with your dick! Binding yourself to an omega whose origins you don’t know.”
“I know everything about Lycan I need to. You will not break our bond. I forbid it.”
