Kane comes walking up behind me. I catch his eye in the mirror and smile at him. The attraction between us is just getting stronger. Aren’t these feelings supposed to become less intense as time goes on? I don’t know a lot about relationships, but surely you can’t go through life craving another person this much. It’s not healthy, is it?
“What?” he asks, and rests his hands on my hips, holding my gaze in the mirror.
“I’m just looking at my dress,” I lie and cock my head to the side.
“Is something wrong with it?”
“I look like a little girl.”
“You don’t. You look fresh and beautiful.”
“Oh, pfft. You will say that.”
“Uh-huh--” he grips my upper arms and leans over to plant a kiss on the side of my face -- “and I mean every word. You really are very beautiful, you know?”
The muscles at the bottom of my spine contract, sending cascades of delicious desire through the rest of my body. “Is it supposed to be like this?” I ask,
Kane's POV: “The problem with prophecies,” Lady Blaire says, “is that you often don’t get the full picture. Sometimes, they unfold slowly. Like a story. I should have waited until the gods showed me the full picture.” I growl at the tiresome witch. I’ve been trying to get an answer out of her for the last twenty minutes. Only now, after Alfred and the council left, does she decide to talk. “Stop talking in riddles. What does that mean?” “It means we should have stayed out of it. Should have left Vickus and Moon Flower to burn this place and everything in it to the ground.” “Why?” She gives me a serene smile. “It does not matter now. I’ll be with the gods soon.” “But I won’t. Your witches won’t. Willow won’t.” “That is the problem. Willow won’t. You won’t. The fire that consumes the world is still coming, King.” “We stopped it.” “No,” she breathes. “The fire is yet to be born. Willow will give birth to it.” My heart clenches and I have to force myself to breathe normally. “A c
Kane's POV:The witches aren’t like us. Watching them, I’m starting to understand Willow a little more. They don’t band together as we do, don’t find comfort in each other’s presence. Even the forest witches are like that. Together, but separate. No wonder she thinks she has to do everything alone, fix every problem herself. How terribly lonely her childhood must have been.I watch my mate wander aimlessly, talking to individual witches, but not really communicating with them. I find their interactions very strange. “King,” Susan whispers next to me.“Yes.”“What’s wrong with these people?”“I don’t know.”“Something’s coming,” Jackson says. “Can you feel it?”I nod. It’s in the air. A bitter taste that’s setting my nerves on fire.“Should we do something?” Glenn asks.
Kane's POV: I send Willow up to the apartment, give the Gammas orders to set up a extra guard rotations, and then try to mind link my mother. I haven’t spoken to her in days, but she is blocking me – no doubt pissed at me for throwing her mate in the dungeon. “James.” I turn to my butler. “See if you can find my mother. I need to talk to her.” “She’s in the dungeons with Bismarck, your majesty.” “Of course she is. Okay. You should get some rest too.” He bows and leaves. Off to do whatever it is a butler does. I’m exhausted, and it feels as if an off-key marching band is hammering out a melody against my skull. The pills I gave to Willow when she had her concussion are up in my room – I used to carry them on me at all times, but I forgot about the crippling headaches I used to get before she came into my life. Smiling at the memory of that first day, the way she let her inhibitions go and almost tried to inhale me feet and all. The way she looked at me, tempting Dario to the surfa
I wake slowly, struggling to open my eyes. The sun streaming in through the open windows pushes against my eyelids, and a fresh breeze cools my sweaty body. The air is quiet and clean. Finally managing to drag my lids apart, I turn my head to look at Kane, surprised to see he’s asleep. There are hundreds of witches right on our doorstep, and he… I blush and burn with shame when I remember my meltdown. I showed him my inside, revealed my vulnerabilities. I humiliated and weakened myself before him. Something I’ve never done. I try to roll off the bed, but Kane’s hand shoots out and grabs my wrist. “Where are you going?” he asks without opening his eyes. “To pee,” I snap. “Is that okay with you?” Groaning softly, he sits upright and looks at me. There are deep, black circles under his puffy eyes, and he’s paler than usual. “Don’t do that, Willow.” “Don’t do what? Pee?” “Be ashamed because you…bared your soul. It’s all right. That’s how it should be. I’m your mate…you can trust me.”
“Kane stop!” I scream. “She’s here to help. Don’t kill her.”Without letting go of Agatha, he turns his head to look at me, his eyes flashing. His anger washes over me like a tsunami, robbing the breath from my lungs, rendering me nearly boneless with fear. I’ve never felt rage like this before. “You let her in?”“No.” I gasp, trying to breathe through the anger waves hitting me one after the other. “She found her own way in through one of the secret passages.”Kane growls and turns away from me to look at Agatha, and I can breathe a little easier, but that watery numb terror doesn’t leave me. “Which one?” he asks. “How did you get past my guards?”To my surprise, Agatha only smiles. Gods, I’m ready to pee myself and she smiles. The woman’s not right in the head. “Let me go, and I’ll show you.”“No,”
Kane's POV: I didn’t think I’d be able to fall asleep again, but I do. When I wake several hours after going back to bed, the sun is setting. Shit. I didn’t mean to sleep that long. Physically I feel better, but I’m in a hell of a bad mood, and the headache hasn’t eased at all. While hunting around for my pills, I mind link with Glenn for a status report “Hey. Do you have a moment?” “Yep. What’s up?” “Did you get any rest?” “Some. You?” “Just enough to make me extra cranky. Have you checked in with the Gammas?” “Yeah. All is quiet.” I frown. The fact that the witches aren’t attacking us is making me uneasy. “That’s strange, right?” “Yeah. I’ve been thinking….Maybe they’re hiding themselves, you know? Like Moon Flower did. The witches can be right next to us and we won’t know it.” The thought did cross my mind. “Yes.” “Willow can sense them.” “Yes.” I have a sinking feeling I know where this is going. “Well, shouldn’t we send her out to take a look or something?” “Right int
Kane’s POV: I sit on the foot of the bed, watching Willow strip down to her underwear, ignoring the rising arousal at the sight of her naked body. For the first time, she looks uncomfortable and feels awkward in my presence. I don’t like it. “You know,” I say. “There was a time when I didn’t care about the feelings of the she-wolves I had sex with. If I wanted it, I just had to find the closest Omega. I always asked, of course, but none of them ever said no, and as long as they didn’t say no I was okay with it, even though I knew they only consented because I’m the king.” She looks at me, her green eyes troubled. “Where are you going with this?” “I do care now, Willow. If you’d rather not do this, we’ll find some other way.” “I don’t know another way.” “Then we fight like we always fight. I don’t want you to walk away feeling like I…violated you.” “It’s not rape if I consent.” She moves a large glass container she foun
When I step out of the bathroom after showering, Kane and the glass container are both gone. Frowning, I walk through the apartment to the living room. He’s sitting on one of the armchairs, his ankle resting on his knee, reading the little diary I fetched from the tower earlier. The small book looks like a miniature toy in his big hands. I don’t know where he showered, but his wet hair hangs across his forehead, and he looks delicious in a pair of jeans and a light blue sweater that accentuates his azure eyes. He lifts his eyes to look at me, a grim smile playing around his full lips. He is really not happy right now. “I’m trying my very best not to lose my temper,” he says. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but one look from him shuts me right back up. He clears his throat, his eyes falling on the diary. “He scares me. The intensity of his love overwhelms him at times, and he cannot control his wolf,” he reads. “I asked sister Agatha about it, seeing as sh