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“Elijah and Gideon.”
While I wanted to ask what had happened to them, I already knew that the Dragon Clan had killed them. And I didn’t want him to become even sadder or shut down like he had before … I wanted him to be happy.
I never saw this grumpy man happy.
“What is your favorite memory with them?”
“Three weeks before the Dragon Clan destroyed everything, I brought them to the lake. Elijah had just turned eighteen, and he told us that he had met someone who felt like his mate. We couldn’t know for sure; we had all been cursed not to have a mate.”
His lips curled into a smile. “I didn’t know how it felt at the time, and I had pushed the thought of it out of my head … but it just came back to me. He must’ve felt the way that I do with you—the warmth, the need, the desire to be a better man.”
My stomach did one of those flippy things, and I pressed my lips to his.
“I may know how he feels, but he will never know how I feel now that I have you,” he whispered, drawing his hand over my stomach. “He will never know what it’s like to finally have a family of his own. One that needs to be protected like this.”
After crawling up into his lap, I gently grasped his chin. “Do you believe in an afterlife?”
“Yes,” he said, eyes glowing as he wrapped his hands around my waist.
“Then show Elijah and Gideon what it’s like. I know they’re watching.”
“How?” he asked. “I’ve tried for so long.”
“I don’t know how, but we need Alvin’s head.”
He tugged back on my hair and placed a wet kiss on my neck. “If you want Alvin’s head, I will bring you Alvin’s head.”
CHAPTER
FORTY-TWO
YEOSIN
“Luciano,” I whispered, trailing behind his quickened pace and seizing his elbow.
Brent was a few paces back in the woods, on the lookout for anything or anyone following us.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“You either come with me or I bring you to the mountain.”
My stomach twisted into knots, and I clamped my mouth closed. I didn’t want to go to the mountain with the others. I didn’t know them, and something deep inside me was yearning for Luciano, now more than ever.
“Do you trust them?” I asked.
Apparently, we were heading to meet with the Colossals because Luciano planned to break their pact. We had talked about it all morning—or more like he and Brent had talked about it while I tried to chime in.
Luciano grunted, “No, I never did.”
It had to just be my imagination playing tricks on me, making it seem like the Colossals were a threat because that girl wanted my man. Luciano had made a deal with them only because he thought he needed them to win the war.
Now he was planning on breaking that agreement because of these stupid dreams.
After all, that Colossal had saved me … after letting Alpha Alf approach me.
I glanced over my shoulder, noticing that the trees were becoming further away from each other and large footprints were imprinted into the thick mud underneath our feet. I swallowed hard and found Brent grimacing at them.
When he made eye contact with me, I turned away from him. “You and Brent should talk this out more. If you think that they are the only way that you—that we—can win the war, then we should turn back now and keep the pact.”
