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The sensation of falling overwhelmed me, the airlessness a feeling that nearly caused me to panic.
But I let go. I leteverythinggo.
And trusted Melek to catch me.
Because he was my Virtuous Fae mate. My soul’s confidant. My future.
His wings surrounded me, his devotion a warmth I sensed in every inch of my being.
He was there, holding me through his own fall. The two of us soaring without a care in the world. Simply to land on a bed of feathers, both of us winded, replete, and finally fully mated…
CHAPTER 26
TYPHOS
Explosive.
The word utterly defined Camillia De la Croix as she detonated in my bed. I wasn’t there, but I could feel it. Smell it.Tasteit.
All through Melek.
And not because he was pushing the sensations through our bond. It just existed between us, the temptation a sin I was almost considering falling for. The pain of crashing into the Hell Fae Realm again would be worth the experience of seeing Camillia detonate.
I ran a hand over my face, then palmed my nape as Melek’s renewed arousal warmed my blood.
He hadn’t said a word to me, hadn’t invited me to play, hadn’t described Camillia’s naked form or provided any sort of provocation.
Yet it existed nonetheless.
Swallowing my urges, I focused on Vita. On the words painted out before me. On the utter uselessness that had been the last hour while I’d searched and hunted for answers that didn’t seem to exist.
Something has to be in here,I thought, growling to myself.
“What aren’t you showing me?” I asked as I turned Vita’s pages, hunting for a lost thought from my mind.
Because I recognized that power inside Camillia. Deep down, somewhere, I knew what it meant.
Therefore, the details had to be in the book. Yet the truth eluded me.
Why can’t I remember?
Do I not want to remember?
Was it something Vivaxia had done to someone else I cared about? Something she’d done to me?
My lips curled downward at the thought of Camillia’s grandmother, the very woman who had destroyed my life.
Thousands of years later, and I was still tired of the ancient games she and I had once played.
I had vowed never to engage with her again.
And yet, here I am, setting the board with my strategic pieces.
With a new queen.
But I was missing something. A burning sensation deep within my soul churned with uncertainty, warning me with a sense of urgency that didn’t make sense.
Camillia was safe.
