Page 9 of Taste Me

Which means I need to reject this male before I do something stupid, like sleep with him and make the bond permanent. It might be exactly what Daithi’s magic wants me to do.

Like all the patriarchs of the Outcast Coven of Necromancer Witches, Daithi wanted a mate so he could steal her magic. If his magic found a way to live on, then it would be compelled to complete that mission, even if it meant doing so through a new host.

Because while I wasn’t necessarily more powerful than Fallon, I was far more deadly.

This mercenary might just be a very prettily packaged potion designed to ultimately kill me.

Like nightshade tea.

But he silences the screams,my inner voice supplies once I enter my bedroom. The dead seem to find me as I rummage through my things, rattling around in my brain and scrambling it until I’m dizzy.

Isn’t this everything you’ve been looking for?

I tighten my lips as I weigh the risks. My dream was to finally silence the dead.

Whether or not this male has Daithi’s magic on him, he’s my fated mate.

I can’t know if it’s even real. If Daithi has somehow created a new spell to ensnare me even after death, or if his magic latched onto my true fated mate as a carrier.

Regardless, my fated mate seems to possess the ability I’ve searched for all my life.

To give me peace.

And the more I think about it, the more I want to run back into the living room and taste him.

I definitely need to get him away from me before this urge gets worse,I think as I find the phone and punch in the number.

I hold it to my ear and wait. Magic hums to life inside the device. Technology was lost during the formation of the Houses, but magic replaced most advances with alternatives. And in many ways, it made it better, because this particular phone can translate my thoughts into words, allowing me to make calls without speaking—or killing anyone.

The phone begins to ring, and after five seconds a male answers.

“Is that tea ready yet?” the voice asks.

My eyes widen. Because the male who just answered is my fated mate currently sitting in my living room. I hear his echo from the phone rumble through the house, confirming he’s the one speaking to me.

It’s very unlikely that he’s a duke, because the dukes are already mated.

Which suggests that this male works for them and knows them personally. Enough to be trusted with a carrier phone.

Enough to be protected.

Meaning I have to deal with this alone—and quickly, before fate or Daithi’s magic takes me under.

Shit.

Chapter3

Jasper

The delectable female in the next room is most definitely playing games with me.

All I want to do istaste her. My fangs throb for a bite, my throat parched for blood.

No, not just any blood.

Herblood.

Something inside of me knows that her blood is the solution to everything. Her crimson gift is the answer to my burning questions.

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