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He would make sure she did.
He would make sure she fuckingknewwho he was.
And Weylyn Xanth smiled a cruel smile.“Hello,”he whispered within the confines of her mind.“My mate.”
A Life Debt
Athroat cleared, breakingBryson from the fog she found herself in. She realized what she was doing, touching a complete stranger, violating his personal space, all because her instincts told her to.
Mana, what thefuckwas she doing?
She gasped, yanking her hand away from his smooth chest. From the man she’d envisioned within her mind: a tall, lithe Fae man with golden-brown skin, long black hair, and a smile that reminded her of malicious intent.
She jerked backwards, nearly tripping on her feet. The impact of the words whispering in her mind were a shock of ice-cold water dripping down her back. The voice had been real. Like when her familiar spoke to her, though with a slight echo.
“What’s going on?” Ev demanded, yanking her by the hood of her cloak, forcing her back to reality. Though she still didn’t feel grounded, even as Ev threw his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side. She could hear his heavy breathing, and the gesture itself was... odd.
Her mind was still reeling at all the information that had been dropped like the bomb that exploded against her eyes so many years ago.
And in her mind, she heard a malicious chuckle.“Possessive, isn’t he?”the voice asked.
And she knew,knew, it was the man in front of her.
Ev’s palm pressed to her shoulder, sliding down her arm. He huffed a breath of annoyance as he pulled her closer, like he meant to draw her within his body.
That chuckle resounded in her mind once again.“He can touch you all he wants,”it whispered in a low timbre. Seductive. Dangerous.“While it lasts...”There was a pause as a shiver slid down her spine. It felt like he was speaking directly into her ear, whispering and caressing hands down her body. Yet he stood immobile in front of her. There was something intimate about the interaction, about having someone in her head.“In the end, it’ll be my arms around you and my lips pressed between your thighs.”
It sounded like a promise.
A promise that made her knees shake and her voice tremble. “Who are you?” she demanded, unaware that she’d said the words aloud.
But the voice that answered echoed through her mind.“The man you practically fondled in front of everyone.”
Her head whipped back at the audacious words. What the fuck? She forced her attention away from him, turning her head to the others instead. They’d witnessed the entire interaction, and she could feel their discomfort in the air.
Someone coughed. “Forgive us,” the deep voice said. The one belonging to the man with the pale skin, dark black hair, and what she could only assume were severe features based on the thick pull of his brows. “We have gotten off on the wrong foot. I am Prince Valerio Ashera of Seelie, and this is my court.”
