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I need you.
Declan growled. “I’m about to smash your brains in, you sick fuck.”
The wolf’s voice allowed me to bypass the surge in emotion and latch onto a passing train of fury.
Aidan picked at the burns on his face, peeling away a layer of pink skin. “Wait.”
I summoned my stakeblade. “Forcing us to kiss? Why?”
He tossed the flesh to the floor. “For fun, Paris. Remember fun?” He chuckled again.
Why could I smell puke?
“You’re a perve,” Declan retorted.
Aidan rolled his eyes. “Says the man who walks around naked most of the time.”
“Saves on the laundry bill,” the alpha replied.
I pointed my weapon at the dickhead. There was more to this than him having fun.
“Why are you trying to make us kiss?” I demanded. “Shouldn’t you be pushing me toward Silvanus?”
My constant…
My chest pinched, my want for him making me flinch and ache and want him so damn badly.
The dickhead deity tilted his head to the side. “Silvanus is such a tricky one to break.”
Oof. The palpations were wild in me. Even the mention of his name set me off. I had it down bad, the vampire’s face a drug, keeping me locked into the best and the worst type of cravings.
Scratch the worst part. No negatives for him, not after everything we’d been through together. And that wasn’t delusion, but a pause on those flaws. Which we both had plenty of.
“But the wheels may be in motion,” Aidan added.
“What are you talking about?” Declan demanded. “Also, kindly get the fuck out of my house.”
Aidan found this hilarious.
Declan repeated his demand.
“Caer?” I asked on the inside.
No answer.
Whatever.
The deity’s golden gaze fixed on me. He said nothing, but his lips curled into a smirk. Bits of flesh fell off his face, his demeanor radiating full triumph.
“What have you done?” I seethed, anger on the cusp of exploding.
“We’ll see if anything comes to fruition from what the vampire saw.”
Ice froze in my bone marrow. “Huh?”
His eyes flickered to the hole in the floor. “Vampire king saw his elf in the arms of another.”
Guilt drove a rusty sword into my belly.
