Page 248 of Bitten By the Fae
They will, a dark voice whispered back.
Just for a moment, I swore it belonged to my figment.
But that wasn’t possible.
He only existed in my head.
Chapter Thirty-One
KOLS
“She’s asleep again,”Zeph said over the line, his voice tired. “Shit, Kols. What the fuck just happened?”
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. “A lot. A fucking lot. Hold on.”
I cast a myriad of spells around my room to ensure there were no listening devices. After learning what I had today, I no longer trusted anyone, including my own damn family. Because clearly they were holding out on me. At least my father and grandfather were, anyway.
When I finished my spells, I picked up the phone again. “Are we sure this line is secure?”
“Please,” Zeph muttered. “The cuffs work, right?”
“Yeah. Fortunately.” Because if anyone sensed my ties to Aflora, I’d be royally fucked, and not in a good way. Since the same guy who’d made the band around my wrist also enchanted our phones, I could safely assume our conversation would be private.
I collapsed on my bed and told Zeph about the meeting, ending with the bit about her parents. “That’d been where I was when she woke herself up.”
Zeph had fallen silent, probably from shock. Which, yeah, I’d felt the same when I heard it all in the Council Chambers.
“I think it’s safe to say she didn’t take the news well,” Zeph muttered.
“Thanks for stating the obvious,” I drawled, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. “She’s going to hate me, Zeph.”
“She’s not,” he replied. “She knows it wasn’t you.”
“Does she?” Because it really didn’t feel that way. “I had no idea until today.”
“I know you didn’t.”
“And I couldn’t not tell her,” I added. “It felt wrong to keep that to myself.”
“No, it was the right thing to do,” he agreed. “She’ll see that. Trust me.”
I sighed, my hand falling from my nose to the bed while I stared up at my ceiling. “She said you bit her again.”
“Yeah,” he replied, clearing his throat. “A few times.”
I wanted to hate him, to yell at the unfairness of him taking her before I had the chance to, but my surroundings reminded me why I couldn’t take that next step. Not yet. Not until I figured out how to finish the mating without jeopardizing us both. “Good thing the bands work,” I said after a beat.
“You’re jealous.”
“Fuck yeah, I’m jealous.”
He chuckled. “It wasn’t exactly planned.”
“But you’re not sorry,” I pointed out.
“No, I’m not,” he admitted without hesitation. “She’s mine.”
“Ours,” I corrected.
