“Like a drug addict?” Star asked.
“We have a little experience with those,” I reminded him.
Star snorted. “Magicdrugs andbadexperiences that taught us very little.”
“Better than no experience.”
“I'm not so sure, but I'm desperate enough to try anything.”
“Sounds like a good epitaph for your gravestone,” Killian drawled.
Chapter Thirty-Five
“Maybe we shouldn't put them in the same vehicle,” Killian said as Star and I headed for a van.
“When I deny the impulses, I get angry. I do not turn into a rapist,” Star growled.
“No one suggested you do, dude. Sheesh, you went dark fast,” Killian said with a grimace. “I'm just thinking it will be harder for you to sit in an enclosed space with her.”
“It will be harder to not.”
“Sweet Danu,” I whispered. “It's that bad, Star?”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before answering, “Yes. And it's very . . . annoying. Frankly, Seren, I'm tired of this. From the very beginning, we've had something binding us. Bound. I feel bound. I keep trying to pull away and the noose only gets tighter.”
“Great. I'm a noose around your neck,” I muttered.
“Because the binding is not complete,” Sever said.
Killian smacked Sever in the arm. “Don't fucking rub it in, Brother.”
Sever grimaced. “That was not my intention.”
“I'll take that van.” Star waved at another van and headed there with his guards.
Apitron and Nassar gave us heavy looks before following.
Killian and Sever looked at me.
“I didn't know it was like that,” I said. “I knew there was something, but I . . . didn't know it was that strong.”
Sever nodded crisply and opened the van door for me. The front passenger door.
“Wow,” I said as I climbed in. “You don't even want to sit with me.”
“That's not it, love,” Sever said. “I need some time to process.”
“Yeah. What he said.” Killian climbed in back.
Sever kissed my cheek, then shut the door.
And then we were off to Seoul, leaving the council members of the Incheon Human Council House to secure Lee Dae-hyun's hideout.
The drive took us down a highway. We could have been on any highway in the world. There were low mountains on one side and billboards on posts. The billboards and traffic signs were the only indications that we weren't in America. Other than that, there was nothing of note. Then, ten minutes into the ride, something occurred to me. Something not concerning my love life. Thank the Twin Gods.
I pulled out my cellphone and called my Uncle Dylan.
“Seren,” he answered crisply. “What's happened?”
