Page 258 of Bitten By the Fae
My stomach twisted. How did she know about my quad?
“Shadow, Zephyrus, and Kolstov,” one of the Midnight Fae replied. He was a shorter male with long black hair—or at least, it appeared black in the night and with the light of his cerulean-glowing wand flaring before him.
“Kolstov?” Emelyn looked at me. “You matedKolstov?”
“Oh, did you not know?” Dakota asked, not sounding the least bit guilty. “Yes, it does cause a certain perplexity, but we plan to teach Aflora how to undo the bond with him, so he’ll be free again shortly. Of course, he’s going to die in the process, but that’s neither here nor there, yes?”
“You mated Kolstov?” Emelyn repeated, her tone not necessarily angry so much as startled.
“I, uh, yes.” There was no sense in denying it or explaining how it happened or telling her it wasn’t done yet. This situation required honesty and quick responses, not dwelling on things I couldn’t change. We’d deal with the nuances later.
“Does that change your stance on the package deal?” Dakota wondered out loud, her enjoyment in our situation palpable.
Emelyn held my gaze as she replied, “No, it doesn’t change a damn thing.”
My eyebrows shot upward. She couldn’t really mean that.
Maybe she only intended for us to remain in this together until she saw a better escape, because I doubted that Dakota’s offer to let her go came without caveats. Emelyn must havesensed the same duplicitous notion as well, therefore not trusting the proposal.
“Huh.” Dakota sounded amused. “Well, I’ll be. Then I guess you’re both coming with us.”
“Not so fast, Dakota.” The new voice came from the surrounding woods, echoing all around us as if the trees spoke rather than a person. Yet the feminine tones resonated in my thoughts from a single source—a powerful one.
The Midnight Fae before us all raised their wands in a new direction, their expressions grim as another group of fae entered the grove led by a female with long black hair, and a male on each side.
Emelyn gasped beside me, clearly recognizing the trio.
I studied their features. They appeared only a few years older than me, but I could almosttastethe ancient air surrounding them. And the male to her right had a Fortune Fae Alpha appeal to him with his silver hair, larger build, and enhanced jawline—suggesting he had fangs. Yet his eyes weren’t slit like a Fortune Fae Alpha’s.
The male on her other side held up a wand lit with purple magic, indicating his Death Blood heritage, and as it illuminated his features, I caught sight of a pair of startling blue irises.
Blue irises that reminded me of Shade’s.
Thinking of my mate had me automatically opening my mental channel to him.
Where the hell are you?he demanded immediately.
In some sort of paradigm,I replied.And I’m pretty sure your dad is here.
That’s impossible.
Well, he looks like you,I whispered, swallowing.Same eyes. Thick, nearly black hair. Chiseled features. Death Blood magic.
Silence. Then he softly asked,Is he with a dark-haired female?
Yes.
And a man with silver hair?
Yes.
Those are my grandparents, he replied.You can trust them. I’m coming.
How will you find me?I wondered.
Just keep the connection open, Aflora. And never shut me out like that again. You scared the shit out of us.
I winced.I didn’t mean to.
