“Mate me or die. Your choice.”
The words weren’t meant for me, but I felt them resonating in my very soul.
What would I choose? Death.
Of course, I would just burn to ash and wake up again with the same damn problem swirling around in my heart and mind.
My inner beast thinks it has imprinted on a Halfling Hell Fae.
Without my permission.
Now all I want to do is hold her. Kiss her. F-ck her.
But I can’t.
Not until we solve this mystery going on with the Hell Fae Source and these rogue portals that keep popping up everywhere.
The Hell Fae Realm is in chaos, and my potential mate might be to blame.
Warden Ajax and Prince Melek think she’s innocent.
The Hell Fae King is sure she’s not.
And I’m too busy dealing with my panting Phoenix to pick a side.
All my animal can think about is biting his intended.
Meanwhile, all I can think about is how to stop him.
Camillia should have a choice.
Only, she doesn’t seem to want to choose…
A growl reverberated in the back of my throat. I should just turn around and kill her.
Or I could… I could try to understand her, I considered. Determine why all of my men are so infatuated with her. See if there’s a way to shatter this damn spell she’s woven around them all.
I snorted at the inane thoughts.
Camillia De la Croix was a mystery no man would unravel without forfeiting his soul.
I kept walking until I entered the trophy room. I bypassed the skulls and mementos from my many victories, and went straight to a dimly lit corner that showcased my favorite piece of art.
This was where I went when I needed to think. When I needed to get my head on straight. When I needed to… calm down.
Grazing my fingers over the ridges of the painting, I drew in the memories of when Melek created this piece. It depicted a wall of flames that wouldn’t mean much to others, but represented how Melek viewed my love.
And never ending.
My love for Melek and my people was a fire that burned for eternity because I deemed it so.
However, Camillia’s presence here endangered everything I’d built. Everything I adored. Everything I am.
I’d felt her elegant fingers delicately unwinding my soul like the frayed ends of a tapestry, threatening to make it all come undone.
My fingernail caught the edge of one of the flames and the paint broke off, revealing the glittering gold base canvas underneath. Frowning at it, I decided I didn’t like the metaphor that small action represented.
She’s going to strip me down to my core if I continue to allow her to breathe.
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