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“But The Wheel of Beginning…” I swallowed. “Isn’t it bad if someone wants to use its power?”
“He’s lying,” she responded.
“Huh?”
“There is no such thing as this Wheel. It is another game, Paris. I do not believe he took anything from Silvanus anymore.”
“You don’t?”
“I did at first, but the memory seems false to me. Allow me time to be sure, but I would know if there was such a thing as a Wheel of creation and time and undoing.” She chortled. “And I would fear it too.”
A lie? Another game? Right. So why did a ball of unease sit so uncomfortably beneath my ribs?
“Trust me,” Caer added.
My trust didn’t come easy, not even with her. In a totally twisted turn of events, the only one I trusted implicitly was the vampire king.
My constant.
Ha! What a time to be alive.
Anxiety gargled in my stomach. Aidan had been terrified of telling Silvanus about this Wheel. He seemed super convincing in the memory.
“Are you saying Aidan planted it there knowing we’d see it?” I asked.
“Possibly. I will keep sifting. Rest now. The huts are welcoming spaces.”
She went quiet.
Rather than deal with anything else, I decided on getting my arse into a hut. A spot of relaxation to sort my head out, to process the horrors I’d been dragged through tonight.
Until Silvanus approached me.
Every muscle tightened, my feet rooting me firmly to the ground, while the butterflies went wild.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice dripping with seduction.
Stop it!
“Tired. Hungry. You?” And craving a vamp cuddle.
He folded his big arms. “My bloodthirst is a little agitated.”
You can suck on me if you like.
“There are fruits and water pods along the tree line,” Caer said.
“The what now?” I questioned.
“Have a look. Indulge. Now, I must collect my thoughts while Lia works. The vampires and the snake shifter may feed on the animals in the trees.”
“Okay. Thanks.” I said this aloud, the vampire king cocking an eyebrow at me.
“Are you talking to her?” he asked.
Why did he have to speak so lusciously? “Yeah.” I told him what she’d said about the food and stuff.
He gestured toward the tree line. “Enjoy. I will feed later.” His voice was tight.
