LOGINI sit across from Hera at the table in my chambers, trying to process what I’m seeing. Kieran’s hand, warm and possessive, rests on my thigh, his fingers pressing just hard enough that I feel the tension radiating through him.“I was not expecting the leader of the gypsy witches to show up,” Kieran says, his voice gentle.Hera smiles, and there’s an enigmatic curve to her lips that makes my skin prickle with awareness.“But she’s so young,” I murmur, staring at the woman’s smooth skin and bright eyes.“Don’t let her appearance fool you.”Kieran’s fingers tighten on my thigh.“Hera is older than both of us. Centuries older.”I freeze.“What?”Hera’s smile widens, looking both mysterious and knowing.“Gypsy witches are not bothered by things like time, child.”I gape at her, then at Kieran, my mind spinning.“So…what, you’re immortal?”“No.”She adjusts her long white dress, the fabric whispering against her skin.“I can be killed.”Her sigh is heavy with the weight of ages.“Nature req
THE NEXT MORNING, we find out the gypsy witches received my message. But they haven’t responded.I watch Daciana’s face fall as I relay the news. I can feel her concern fester through the bond.“Nothing at all?” she asks.“They got it. But no reply yet.”I pull her against me, pressing a kiss to her temple.“They’ll answer. They’re just being cautious.”She nods, but I can tell she doesn’t entirely believe it.The apprehension doesn’t fade. Not through breakfast, not through our morning meetings. It sits heavy between us, mixing with the tension from Celeste’s accusations and the prophecy hanging over Elara’s head.By the time we’re crossing the palace gardens this afternoon, Daciana’s anxiety has wound so tight, I can feel it thrumming through the bond like a plucked string.“We should talk to Kael again,” she’s saying, her voice tight. “About increasing security around Elara. If the gypsy witches don’t—”The whistle cuts through the air. Sharp. High-pitched. Wrong.Daciana whips aro
BACK IN HER ROOM, Daciana paces. Back and forth across the small space, her movements restless.I watch her from where I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling her confusion and worry rippling through our bond.“Why didn’t you tell me about any of this?”She stops, turning to face me. Her voice is quiet, but I hear the hurt beneath it.“About the prophecy. About the war. About Elara being in danger.”Through the bond, I feel her emotions—not anger, but something softer.Pain. Uncertainty. She’s trying to understand why I kept this from her.“I was trying to protect you,” I say. “I didn’t want to—”“I’m her guard, Kieran.”She crosses her arms, her expression troubled.“I’m supposed to know these things. You left me in the dark.”The words hit their mark. She’s right. Completely right.“I am sorry, Daciana.”I stand, moving toward her.“I should have told you. All of it. From the beginning.”She searches my face, and I feel her working through the hurt, the confusion, the need to understa
Every time you forget I’m your mate,” I murmur against her lips, “this is how I’ll remind you.”She splutters, pulling back.“It was just a one-off thing.”I laugh, the sound rumbling through my chest.She pushes away from me.“Come on.”We bathe before heading to the study—the smell of sex and mating clings to us both, and while I don’t particularly care who knows what we’ve been doing, Daciana insists. I watch her scrub herself clean, fighting the urge to pull her back to bed.The mating mark gleams on her neck even more when wet, a brand that makes the primal part of me settle with satisfaction.We dress and then walk together to go see Kael. Guards nod respectfully as we pass. Nothing seems amiss. But when we enter the study, I take in the scene immediately. Kael stands behind his desk, his expression grave. Elara is near the window, her face tight with barely contained anger. Seth leans against the wall, arms crossed. Leon stands rigidly near the door, his jaw set.The air in the
Daciana is sprawled over me. Her frame is much smaller than mine, so she lies on top of me easily. We’re in her bed, tangled in sheets that smell like us, like what we’ve done. The fated mate bond burns brightly between us, a constant pulse of connection I couldn’t shut off even if I wanted to.I can feel everything through the bond—the soft, sleepy contentment that makes her limbs heavy, the gentle pull of exhaustion, the way she melts into me like she was made to fit against my chest.I run my fingers through her hair, watching the firelight dance across the ceiling.I can’t bring myself to regret this. Even knowing what I know—that this bond might be a curse, that something is hunting us—I can’t regret her. Whatever curse there may be, I’ll shatter it. I’ll keep my woman with me. I’ll protect her.“Where did you go this afternoon?”The sleepy question makes me freeze. My hand stills in her hair.“Kieran?”Daciana lifts her head, my name a question on her lips. I don’t answer. Can’t
I cup Kieran’s face in my hands, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt, any shadow of hesitation. But all I see is certainty. Desire. Love.“Then have me,” I whisper. And he does.His mouth crashes into mine again, and this time, there’s no hesitation. No holding back.My fingers tangle in his hair as he presses me harder against the wall, his body a line of heat and strength. The bond between us thrums with such intensity that I can barely think, barely breathe.“Daciana,” he murmurs against my lips, and the way he says my name—like a prayer, like a promise—makes something inside me break open.“I need you,” I whisper back. I hate how vulnerable I sound, but I can’t hold it in anymore.His hand slides beneath my nightgown, fingers tracing the curve of my waist, and I shiver at his touch. Every nerve ending feels alive, hyperaware of exactly where his skin meets mine.“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes are dark, hungry, but t







