“Blood?”
I nodded. “Probably because she’s my mate.” Even though I was still unsure if it was the actual reason. “The voices freaked out when I bit her. I thought I was going to die or something.”
Jeremiah’s eyes narrowed pensively. “If one’s mate’s blood silenced the voices, don’t you think we would have heard about it by now?”
I frowned. “Do you have a mate?”
“Well, no but—”
“Then talk about things you fuckingknow about.”
The muscle in his jaw twitched as we stared at each other in silence for a too-long moment.
“Fine,” he said. “How about we make sure you don’t fuck up the whole sex thing.”
“What are we, a teenager and his dad?” I drawled. “Aren’t I a little too old for the sex talk?”
Jeremiah chuckled, picking the pen back up to fumble with it some more. “Well, aren’t you still avirgin?” he mocked.
My teeth grinded in the back of my mouth. “I seem to have done just fine.”
“Fine isn’t good enough.”
“What’s yourpoint? I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation this awkward.”
“Your mate is aSuccubus, Carter. Not only that, she has like two other mates.”
“Technicallyfour,” I corrected through gritted teeth.
“Even worse!” For fuck’s sakes. “You need to know what the fuck you’re doing. What have you guys done so far?”
“I’m not talking about this with you—”
“Oh, shut up. Since you’re not ready to hear about the fact that Lola’s blood curing you has probably nothing to do with the fact that she’s your mate, take the fucking sex advice instead. I have one hour to kill before my date, don’t waste it.”
Chapter 18
Carter
Never. Again.
Damn those lust Fallen. They were like sex addicts, throwing their knowledge to anyone in earshot.
I sat on the spot he was occupying before he left and turned on the computer. Once it was finally on, I clicked on the database’s search bar and typed:
Mate, angel, blood.
Three results. None pertinent.
Fallen, blood, curse.
Ugh, nothing. There wasn’t a single book or article that talked about the blood of a mate being a cure for Fallens. What if Jeremiah was right? What if there was someotherreason behind this?
Something I might have learned by letting her damn brother speak? No. Casting him out had been the right choice. If she had any secrets, Lola would tell me in time.
We’ll get there. She’ll trust me eventually. I’ll prove myself trustworthy.
Shaking my head, I typed:
