Page 86 of Hell Fae Prince
“Vivaxia has finally made her move after millennia of leaving us be, and she’s using every tactic she can to make me question my own faith.”
“Is that such a surprise?” I wondered out loud. “A few thousand years is nothing in our lifespan.”
“True,” he agreed. “But her methods and desires are not the point I’m trying to make.”
“Then what point are you trying to make?” I asked him, not in the mood for riddles. If I were, I’d be with Melek instead of Typhos.
However, it seemed Melek wasn’t in the mood, either.
“My point is that I owe you an apology,” he said, causing me to nearly drop my glass.
Typhos Lucifer rarely apologized.
In fact, I was pretty sure the last time he’d ever uttered that word in my presence had been while trying to save me from Vivaxia.
“An apology?” I parroted back at him, certain I’d heard him wrong.
He sat up and poured more whiskey into his glass, his gaze slightly unfocused. “Two apologies in less than twenty-four hours. I really must be losing my touch.”
A smirk lifted his lips a moment later, suggesting that either he found humor in what he’d said, or Melek had just whispered something to him.
I imagined it was in reply to his admission oflosing his touch, something I highly doubt was true. The stack of deals nearby was proof of that.
Is one of those meant for Ajax?I wondered.A penned agreement just waiting to be signed?
My Midnight Fae mate had asked me not to speak on his behalf, and I’d honor that. But if I found an agreement meant for him, I would absolutely set it on fire.
But this was the Hell Fae King. His entire world revolved around those deals.
They were more than binding agreements—they were his religion.
Each word was doctrine, and if broken, Hellfire met the failed party on the other end of that deal.
Ajax would not be subjected to that fate.
“After everything we’ve been through, I hope you know what you are to me,” Typhos murmured as his gaze returned to mine. “You’re my mate, Azazel. And more than that, you’re my best friend. I should have consulted you about my intentions with Ajax.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “You should have.”
He nodded. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
I arched a brow. “Does that mean the deal is no longer on the table?” This technically wasn’t me talking on Ajax’s behalf, but me simply being curious as to what Typhos’s intentions were now.
He didn’t immediately answer, instead swirling his drink. “There is no deal to be made. Ajax’s position in Hell Fae society is resolute, his role as Warden having already been reinstated. He’s yours; that makes him a Hell Fae. Camillia’s status has also been changed to note her as a Hell Fae mate. Both of them are safe here and under my protection.”
I waited.
When he didn’t continue, I hedged, “In exchange for…?”
“Nothing.” He took another sip, then set his drink down again. “If Ajax chooses to mate me, the offer still stands. But it’ll be his choice and nothing more.”
“You still want to mate him?” I asked, uncertain.
“I want to protect him,” Typhos replied. “I don’t fancy him the way you do. But I respect him. I care about him. And I want him in my inner circle. However, I won’t make him join me.”
Studying my Hell Fae King mate, I inquired, “Why the change of heart?” It wasn’t a matter of believing him—I did without question. It was a matter of not understanding his choice.
“It’s like I said, Azazel. I’ve been wrongly punishing the pawns and questioning the loyalty of others, even when their actions speak volumes regarding their intentions. This mess with Vivaxia has stirred chaos. And it ends now.”
