I shook my head. “I do know of some potions, but only the regular ones. Dina made you one when you woke up, but that is most of what I know.”
“Please don’t judge me for this,” he said, sounding so nervous, and a bit afraid. I tightened my grip on his hand; glad he had not refused my touch. “I make potions that cause my blood to taste sweeter.”
I waited for a beat before asking, “And? Do they make you sick?”
He groaned. “No! They’re the reason you’re so set on us being fated! And I can’t stand making you believe in a lie!”
“Oh,” I said, finally understanding his turmoil. “But that still does not answer why you got sick.”
“You don’t care that I’m not your fated? Really?!” He was getting riled up over nothing, so I placed my other hand on his chest.
“My heart. Youaremy fated. Those potions cannot fake that feeling.”
He groaned again. “I will stop taking the potion and then you’ll see. I take them every Monday, so come next Tuesday we know for certain I’m free of the effects.”
“Okay,” I agreed easily.
“So, until then, we keep a distance between us.”
“What? I cannot do that, Felix. I just got you!”
He seemed to flinch at my reaction and I mentally slapped myself. “I apologize. Whatever you need.” I was not happy about it, but I could not force him to spend time with me either.
“Thank you,” he said, then just stared at me.
“Oh.” He wanted me to leave. I had to force my legs to walk away, feeling like my already dead heart was breaking as I left my fated behind.
“You are glowing, brother,” Peter greeted cheerily. I had called him over to help but I was already regretting it.
“I hate you.”
“No, you do not,” he replied easily, waving my hate comment off. “Now, what has happened?”
“Felix refuses to believe we are fated. I must keep my distance for a week.”
Peter paled. “A week?! Does he not understandvampire bonds?”
I smiled at his outrage on my behalf. “I do not know, Peter. But I also cannot deny him. I care too much about him to force my company on him.”
“Still, brother, you need to tell him what that will do to you.”
I shook my head. “I fear that would manipulate his need for space.”
He stood next to my desk; arms crossed over his chest while fuming with anger. “What do you want me to do?”
“Help me stay sane,” I begged, not caring how vulnerable I sounded.
“Always,” he answered, kneeling next to me. “I will move in for the week to keep you in line.”
I felt my eyes tear up, something that rarely happened to me. “Thank you.”
Chapter 9
Felix
I hadn’t seen Severin for three days. It was torture. He’d done what I asked of him, but I was struggling and feeling angry simultaneously. Why wasn’t he fighting me on this? If I truly was his fated wouldn’t staying away from me be harder than this? Was I the only one who hated the distance between us? The onlyone who suffered?
But it also proved my theory; I wasn’t his fated. Had I been the one for him, he would’ve been by my side right now, no matter what I’d asked of him. I was sure of it.
