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Staying away. They were idiots. I didn’t feel an ounce of negativity when I was with her.

They were fucking it up more. I needed to fix whatever we had, otherwise the bond might never heal.

Dad came laterthat night and I got out of my room, skidded down the stairs and found him and mom speaking in the kitchen.

He was smiling as he relayed everything to Mom, even a bit jolly. She listened with wide eyes and a smile that crossed her lips.

He looked at me standing in the doorway and his eyes softened as his body expelled from the deep breath stuck inside of him.

“Dad, what the hell. Why—”

“Just for a while, Blake.” He leaned with his hands on the table. “The Ancients are afraid that you might want to kill her now that you are back in Paegeia.”

“That is insane.”

“Just humor them, please.”

“Humor them? I need to fix the bond.”

“Bond?” Mom asked with knitted eyebrows as her hand flung to her chest.

“They already share something. She can order him,” Dad answered.

Mom’s gaze flicked to me and back to Dad. “Robert, she hasn’t even claimed him yet?”

“I don’t know. We never had a Rubicon like Blake. I don’t have the answers, Issy.”

“I’m not a threat to her,” I said.

“I know. It’s a direct order from the ancients.”

“Fuck!”

“Language!” Dad spoke. I liked him better on the other side.

“You said nothing comes between us, Dad.” I pointed my finger at him. “To fuck the rest. The bond comes first. Now you tell me to be patient. Decide what it is!”

“Blake, she hasn’t claimed you yet. I spoke to Helmut. I told him the truth. He will speak to the Ancients. You have my word.”

I shook my head. “So what, I can’t see her, for how long?”

“I don’t know.”

“This is horseshit, and you know it. If I wanted her dead, she would’ve died a long time ago.” I stormed out of the room.

“Her orders already affect him?” Mom asked.

“Yes, and that is not all. The bracelet he made, she has the same one. I don’t know how she got it. I’m terrified as I’m out of my comfort zone in this one.”

“How is he with her?” Mom’s tone was gentle.

“Not what I expected. She has a very calming effect on him. I didn’t have one ounce of problem with him on the other side.”

I shut the door behind me.

“One ounce of problem?” I hissed. What was he expecting? She was my only hope.

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