“Books about Faerie?”
Eros’ brow furled. “Books on blood magic.”
A chill lanced through me. “Oh.”
“He thinks we might be able to leverage Corry’s new magic. But I’m not sure. He’s been shut off from the rest of us, sending the occasional text to Cor and me while the rest of the coven goes to shit. And the other Elders are no help. Which is no shock. Those geriatric fucks are just as useless as always.”
“Sounds like Sterling is shutting himself off again.”
“Can’t really blame him. He’s…” A heavy sigh blew past Eros’ lips. “He's scared too.”
“Sterling? Scared?”
“We all are. I know you’re going to find your way back to us, but that doesn’t mean we’re not pissed off at what Feral did. We don’t trust him with you. Not after this stunt. Especially since we can all feel your next heat state coming through our bond. He’s not the most dangerous creature in Faerie that wants to breed you. And the rest of us are in a position to do fuck-all about it.” Eros' jaw ticked. “None of us like feeling helpless. Especially Sterling.”
My mouth went dry as my mind drifted to my silver prince. I couldn’t begin to imagine what he was feeling right now. Guilt wound through me, knowing that being so far away from him was partially my fault.
In the graveyard, I’d been so hard-up for cock. I’d scattered all caution to the wind, desperate to drive Feral’s monster out so he’d fuck me in the way I needed to be fucked.
I wasn’t thinking about anyone but myself and my own needs. Now I was paying for it. We all were. And if Vincent succeeded in breeding me, I’d feel guilty forever.
Because I’d already decided who I wanted to father the heir to the throne.
“I need to talk to Sterling,” I murmured, tears burning my eyes.
The monster hunter leveled me with a knowing look. “Tonight. When you go to sleep, he’ll be waiting for you.”
The sound of a door being ripped off its hinges brought our conversation to a screeching halt.
Something was in the warehouse. Somethingbig.
I veered my attention to Eros, and the expression carving his face had my gut plummeting to the floor.
This wasn’t a part of his dream.
“What’s going on?”
“Deathwish!” The guttural voice was so booming, almost demonic.
I’d recognized that voice anywhere.
Vincent.
I don’t know how I’d almost forgotten that with his raven familiar, the dark fae had the power to dream walk. He’d done it to me once, right after what happened at the Boston Coven, to tell me he was going to Fairie to bring back a present that would help me find my mother.
Why had I never considered that if he could enter my dreams, he could likely enter his brothers’? Probably because my magic was similar, where I could also walk through dreams, but only ones that belong to my bonded mates.
“What the fuck.” Eros’ fists clenched, knuckles cracking. “He’s got some nerve coming here.”
“Ruby!”
The way the unhinged, shifted hybrid screamed my name had all the blood in my veins crystallizing, while the freshly fucked place between my thighs was a blazing inferno, hungry and ready even though it was still dripping with Eros.
On the next breath, Vincent’s fae form stood in the middle of the warehouse, the stark light painting his brawny feathered frame in bands of light and shadows. The sight of him sent my heart straight to the roof of my mouth.
I was used to seeing Vin pissed off. But this…? This was a whole new level of fury rolling off him like a damn gas leak.
And for the first time since meeting Vincent Feral, I was scared.
