Page 173 of Kingly Bitten
And I’d never strayed from him ever since.
Over a thousand years of love and adoration.
He’d promised me forever and I’d accepted.
Then the revolution had happened.
One hundred and seventeen years of torment. One hundred and seventeen years of perpetual loneliness. One hundred and seventeen years of missing him.
But he’s alive. That, I could feel. I just couldn’t sensehim.
My heart remained lodged in my throat as the jet finally touched the ground. The feeling didn’t abate as Mira stood, her stiletto heels digging into the carpet as she smoothed out her pencil skirt. I’d worn jeans and a sweater, preferring comfort over fashion. But now I wondered if I should have dressed for the occasion.
This is Cam, I reminded myself.He doesn’t need to be impressed. He just needs me.
I glanced out the window, wondering if I could see him. But the airfield was vacant on my side.
Mira walked to the door, her steps certain.
I tried to copy her, but I couldn’t shake the sense of wrongness inside me. It grew with every movement, the sense of dread a weight in my mind that refused to wane.
The early morning air didn’t help when we exited.
Neither did the figures looming in the shadows in the distance.
Why isn’t Cam right here waiting for me?I wondered, still following Mira.
All the reunions in my head did not measure up to this moment. I’d expected tears. Hugs. Kisses.Love.
None of that happened.
My steps began to slow, confusion holding my breath captive.
Then one of the figures moved forward, stepping directly beneath the light above.
And my heart stopped.
Cam.
I started forward again, picking up speed, my mind rejoicing at the sight of my mate. Too long I’d been without his strength. Too long I’d been without his touch. Too long I’d been without his bite.
“Cam,” I breathed, running now.
But he didn’t open his arms for me.
He didn’t even smile.
Just stared at me through cold blue eyes, the color reminding me of hard sapphires. They glittered in the early light. His cheekbones appeared carved from stone. His dark hair had been cut shorter. Stubble replaced his usual beard.
However, it was his stance that confirmed something was truly wrong here.
His legs were braced, his hands tucked behind his back, his shoulders holding an arrogant line.
There was nothing friendly about him. Nothing familiar. Nothing…right.
I slowed as I reached him, searching his expression for answers. While all he did was stare back at me with mild annoyance lurking in his gaze. “Is she always this disrespectful?” he demanded.
My brow furrowed. “What?”
