A low growl rumbled from Col. His jaw clenched, and he realized his teeth had bared. Tybalt laughed and picked up his knife, twirling it before pushing it back into its scabbard by his side.
“I take it that it will be to you, then.”
Col crossed his arms and thumped his chest. “As you say, so shall it be,Vixar.”
He was still uncertain that Katie Cooper was aDestine, let alonehis Destine, in the absence of aMagepronouncing it thus. But he did know that he could not bear the thought of another male mate-bonding with her. Another male that would touch her, bring her pleasure, cleave unto her…
Mine.
Col growled again, but theVixaronly dipped his head. If Katie Cooper were indeed aDestine, her mate-bonding would cause her to no longer rile the bond-less males as she had been doing. Her effect on them, and Col, had been growing to an unmanageable point. And if she were Col’sDestine, it would explain why he had been at the mercy of his senses coming alive, threatening to overtake his rational, disciplined side, the side that had made him so valuable as aWaryeor.
Mine.
At the same moment theVixar’s phone rang, with the special sounds that indicated it was Simon’s, the other threeBredhrenfound them. They made quite a sight, all large, broad-shouldered males with thickly muscled bodies.
Tybalt spoke into the device, and then looked up, his eyes grave, surrounded by the other four mightyWaryeors.
“We must needs make haste to return to the house. Simon has news of import.”
