“Who is he?” Medea asked.
Acheron sighed. “He deals with transmutations and is the only non-demon I know who can bargain with Jaden and Thorn. If anyone can help you, he’ll be your best bet.”
Medea looked hopeful. “You think he’ll do it?”
Ash let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t know. He’s a tricky sonofabitch. But he does have a weakness.”
“And that is?”
Urian already knew before Ash spoke.
“Brynna Addams and Kit Baughy. They can talk him into most things. Maybe, just maybe they can talk him into this.”
And if they didn’t, Urian would drag him out and kick his ass.
At least that was his thought until he turned and saw Xyn standing in the hallway that led to his bedroom where they’d been when Medea had arrived.
The instant his gaze met hers, he knew she’d heard every word of this exchange.
And the hurt in her eyes hit him like a sledgehammer to the groin.What the hell, Fates? Were you bitches bored?For the majority of his life, he’d been bitterly alone.
In his life he’d only had two women he’d ever really loved.
How could he choose between them?
Torn and terrified, he headed toward her. She stepped back into the shadows.
Urian rushed after her, praying she didn’t use her powers to vanish. If she ran, he wouldn’t be able to track her. “Xyn?”
Thankfully, she stopped and turned to face him. “You should go to her.”
He heard the tears in her voice. “Talk to me.”
“You don’t want me to talk to you, Uri. I’m drakomai. In the mood I’m in, I might hurt you.” Her eyes flashed to their serpentine dragon form. “I know this isn’t your fault. That you didn’t know. But the dragon in me doesn’t care.” Her breathing turned ragged. “This is why we couldn’t be together when you were a Daimon. Because what lives in me is as dangerous as the demon in you. And it doesn’t share. You’re too close to me, and a dragon will kill what it loves before it shares it. We are not selfless creatures.” Her skin was turning into scales.
Urian cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
The moment he did, she calmed and stopped turning. Tears swam in her eyes.
“You’re my first love, Sarraxyn. My best friend.”
“And Phoebe owns your heart. Don’t think I haven’t heard the others speak of it. How you’ve pined for her.”
He winced. “You think I didn’t mourn you, too? Every bit as badly? Ask Davyn.” He looked back toward the throne room. “They don’t speak of it because they weren’t there when you vanished. Davyn was. My brothers were. It was the same when you were gone. I was a shell of pain for a century!”
“Aye, and telling me you got over it in the arms of another—”
“Isn’t what I’m saying. God, Xyn, please have mercy. If Phoebe is trelos, I’m to blame for it. Think of how I feel.Idid this to her.Ikilled her.”
“Then we will sort this out.”
That shocked him. “You’ll help me?”
“No. I’m going to kick your ass for getting into this mess.” She glared at him, then kissed his lips tenderly. “Why do I love you? You make me so crazy!”
“S’a—”
“Don’t!” She cut his words off sharply. “You don’t even say that until we have Phoebe. And this—” She indicated her body. “Off limits, buddy. You’re stewing in your juices. And you better be grateful I’m not adding fire to the kettle!”
