Page 45 of Vameer

My human mate.

The moment I woke and looked into her eyes, I knew what she was. And I knew who she was to me.

I have never met a vampire mated to a human, but I didn’t question it.

One does not question the fates.

But it can’t be a coincidence that my brother and I are both mated to humans.

Nix isn’t a human, though. Not anymore. Not completely. Maybe not at all.

Vampires can’t turn humans. No matter the tales. So this transformation… It’s going to bring danger. It will have the attention of all the power-hungry men who wish they could be more.

Volik’s spoken threats were the correct response. But if a war is coming, he will not fight it alone.

I think of the man beside him in that video. The shifter. And I remind myself he isn’t alone. He’s found his way. Made friends. Allies.

The fact does not ease my guilt. But it does ease my worry.

And once we are reunited, I will make sure he knows that I will not leave again.

Holding the phone in one hand, I run my finger over the beads on my wrist. My gravito is still thick, concealing the colorful hearts from sight.

I want to tell Alex that I got this bracelet from my mate.

I want to tell all of them that I’m on my way to find her.

I want to tell them that she’s a human too.

But I haven’t survived for three hundred years by trusting people. So I don’t say anything.

Silently, I wonder if my mate will also turn into a vampire.

I don’t want to change her. I don’t want her to lose the eye color I woke to. But I do want her to be invincible.

Humans are so fragile.

They rarely act like it. But they are.

And if she can have the protection that comes from becoming a vampire, then I can shed some of the remorse I have over our bond. I still don’t like that my mate will be in danger because of her connection to me. But if she is more than human… I can justify keeping her.

“Here.” Grace approaches us. “This might be easier since your hands are so big.”

She hands Jack another much larger rectangle.

“Good thinking.” Jack grins, then unfolds the rectangle.

“Another phone?” I ask when I see the inside light up.

“Pretty much. This one is called a computer, though.”

“Computer,” I say, grateful for my mimicking capabilities that allow me to repeat words exactly.

He nods. “This’ll be easier at a table.”

I look at the puny furniture. “If I sit on that chair, I will crush it.”

My gravito pulses around my wrist.