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“Over her dead body Silas.”

“If that is what it comes to, then that’s on her,” I tell him walking out the door.

I sit in my office, losing track of time. Darkness swallows the castle as the fire starts to smoulder.

My mind wanders to Elora, wondering if she is cold. I hesitate a moment, bending down and grabbing some logs and walking to her room, the door creaking slightly as I open it. Her fireplace is out. I stack the wood, setting the wood a blaze and looking at her to find Matitus curled up on the bed with her, Dragus asleep in the chair beside her, as the bed didn’t offer enough room.

She rolls in her sleep, her shirt lifting revealing the bump that is our child. Bending down, I reach my hand out when Dragus suddenly grabs my wrist, my eyes darting to him not realising he had woken. He lets go and I rub my hand over her hard belly, she moves in her sleep, reacting to my touch. I pull away tugging her shirt down. Dragus’s eyes do not leave me as he watches me.

I stand up heading for the door.

“You touch her again in anger, I will kill you in your sleep.” Dragus says behind me. I turn to face him, but he is watching her as she rolls into Matitus warmth, snuggling closer to him.

The motion sends jealousy coursing through me, why is it so easy for them, loving her is easy for them and her loving them back while it leaves me tormented.

“Don’t make me choose Silas, because she has already won.” Dragus says, picking up my emotions through the bond. I look to him to find him watching me again, his jaw clenched tightly.

“You would turn your back on me after all this time?” I ask.

“Yes like I would expect you to if our roles were reversed, now get out,” he says. It angers me, but I leave closing the door behind me.

I tried to sleep, but without them the bed felt empty, cold. I can feel the anger radiating off Dragus in waves, making me uncomfortable. I had no doubt he would choose her, they both would. I always knew that but hearing them say that was something else entirely. Giving up on sleep, I walk into the bathroom deciding to shower, but even the water is not enough to wash away the guilt I felt.

I broke her, broke us all because I flew to close. I never intended to hurt her, only grab her but she moved at the wrong second, pivoted in the air. I never intended to break her wing, only to stop her from leaving, I should have known better than to allow mine to get that close to hers. I would never intentionally hurt her like that, yet I did. I only meant to cage her when I spun, I never could have predicted she would choose that moment to try to duck under me. The moment I clipped her I knew I fucked up, by the energy that zapped me making my heart jolt. Then, she was falling, falling toward the trees, I panicked grabbing her only causing more damage.

Hopping out, I retrieve some clothes. The scents of my mates linger in the room. My heart squeezes painfully with longing. Yet how can I face her after what I did, how can I face her and not hate her for killing him? Walking downstairs, I walk toward her room. I can hear they are awake now, hear the shower running when suddenly the door opens Matitus walking directly into me.

He doesn’t say anything, just pulls the door closed behind him and shoving past me, heading upstairs to our room. I follow after him, wanting to know if she is alright.

“Just go Silas, you have done enough,” he says, not stopping as he climbs the stairs, like I’m not here.

“Is she alright?” I ask, following after him.

“Don’t pretend to care, Silas, I can feel how much you hate her.”

“Just because I hate her doesn’t mean I don’t love her or still care for her,” I tell him as he walks into the closet.

“Yeah, but your hate always wins Silas,” he says looking around for something. He grabs clothes for him and Dragus, rummaging through the drawers.

I reach up, grabbing the fluffy cloak Marian made her, knowing that is what he is looking for, I hand it to him, and he snatches it off me, shoves past me and going back to her.

“Stop following me Silas, you aren’t seeing her,” he says, walking down the corridor back to her room.

Dragus walks out of the room, taking the clothes from Matitus as Matitus goes to her.

“Leave,” he says pulling his shirt on just as I see Abigail walking towards us. She slips past Dragus and goes into the room and I hear her lock it.

“So, Abigail has more right to see her than I do?” I ask, pissed off that he let her walk in there to see her but is refusing to move for me to check on her.

“Abigail didn’t hurt her, you did,” he says, barging past me and walking toward the palace doors. He pops his head into the kitchen speaking to one of the chefs.

“I will send Peter down with breakfast soon,” I hear one of them reply to Dragus. He nods, continuing toward the doors.

“Where are you going?” I ask, following after him.

“To help organise funeral arrangements,” he says, making me stop.

“Stay with her, I can organise some of the humans to do it, Dragus,” I tell him.