Page 376 of Bitten By the Fae
Because Constantine is kissing me.
What in the lily cookie?
Why is he…?
His tongue parted my lips, the familiarity of the taste hitting my taste buds and cascading me beneath a wave of confusion.
Kols.
He tastes like Kols.
How?
Because they’re related?
Ugh, gross. Gross, gross, gross!I tried to shove him off me, but the male remained heavy on top of me, his hands on my hips.
Something jolted inside my head, my mate-bonds screaming in fury.
I tried to latch onto them, to unlock the spell, but those blistering ends threatened to singe my mind—and the minds of my mates—in the process.
A tremble worked down my spine, my mouth responding to the familiar kiss while my body rebelled.
Why is he kissing me?I wondered, my brow furrowing. Constantine had no reason to do this. Sure, he could evoke confusion in this manner… but he’d already been succeeding in that before touching me.
He also hadn’t fought back when he could have easily blocked my spell.No. Constantinewouldhave blocked my spell.
So why let me hit him? Why kiss me afterward?
Unless…
Unless this wasn’t Constantine at all, but Kols.
I blinked.
No.
He sounds like Constantine.
But I couldn’tseehim.
Who do you think I am?he’d asked twice. And he’d called meprincess. Constantine referred to me as anabominationandfuture dead one.
Kols often called meprincess.
Which Constantine would know if he’d somehow tapped into the history of our bond. Was that possible? I had no idea. But I didn’t know anything about Midnight Fae or how the ascension and bloodlines worked.
However, Kols did.
I bit his tongue, drawing a low rumble from his chest. “Aflora,” he growled.
“Stop,” I demanded.
“Try to blast me with another spell and I’ll kiss you again,” he warned. “I know we don’t have time for it, but that fucking hurt, Aflora. And I can’t exactly hit you back.”
Constantine would be able to retaliate. Unless he was playing another trick on me.
I tried to make out the features of his face, but they were masked behind a curtain of black.
