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Just saying the words aloud made me want to set the world on fire.
“Cyrus pushed the first stage of a mating bond on her. And I’m going to fucking kill him.”
Sol’s eyes went wide.
Vox looked stunned, then a slightly hysterical laugh escaped him. “Even the Spirit King can’t resist her,” he mused, shaking his head. “I feel for Claire. She has her work cut out for her if she really is going to put up with a mate like Cyrus.”
“What if he’s not just trying to mate with her?” I snapped, embers sparking from my fingertips and threatening to catch the nearby brush on fire. “That asshole is up to something, and if he uses her, or hurts her in any way…”
Sol slammed a fist into the ground, sending a quake thundering through the entire quad. “I’ll help you smash him,” he said, a wide grin spreading across his face. The Earth Fae looked overjoyed by the idea of finally getting to challenge the prick. “Together, we’d be a match for him.”
I’d been tolerating the ass until now, but if the Spirit King thought he could use Claire and throw her away, I would take Sol up on his offer.
Assuming Claire didn’t murder him first.
Chapter18
Claire
Fire licked across my knuckles, my ire at Cyrus growing with every step. He had barely said a word since we left the palace, only telling me to keep my head high.
Prick.
He bonded with me without permission.
And now he wanted to act like it hadn’t happened?
Well, fuck him.
Titus once told me this stage lasted a month. I’d have to ask him if there was a way to reject the link sooner. Maybe it would hurt. Oh, I hoped it would. Cyrus, specifically. Because the bastard—
“You can only sever a connection early when both parties are willing,” Cyrus murmured. “Just as, coincidentally, you can only create one between willing partners.” He glanced over his shoulder at me as he led me down a gravel path toward the darkness beyond. “So what angers you more, little queen? That I bonded with you without asking? Or that you accepted the bond?”
I glared at him. “Don’t read my mind.”
“Then stop telegraphing so loudly,” he returned.
If I had a gun, I’d shoot him in that perfect ass of his. Maybe I could set fire to his pants instead. After we found Exos.
Which reminded me… “How do you think your brother is going to feel about this?”
He shrugged. “I assume he’ll be too relieved at being freed to care. Besides, you wouldn’t be the first fae we’ve shared.”
I stumbled over the flat ground, causing him to whirl around and catch me by the waist before I fell on my face. We stayed like that for a long moment, him holding me precariously in the air while I remembered how to breathe.
You wouldn’t be the first fae we’ve shared.
Oh God.
Fuck.
I didn’t like the picture that came into my thoughts with that comment. Mainly because it was one of me sandwiched between them. And no.
No. No. No. No.
My head was shaking with the thought, eliciting a deep chuckle from Cyrus. “You humans and your sensibilities. I’ve always found it amusing. Fae are far more passionate creatures, little queen. Why else do you think Exos approves of your mating with other males?” His lips feathered over my temple as he righted me beside him. “We’ll talk more about that later. I need you focused.”
Focused.
