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The door to the room blows clear off its hinges, flying across the space and crashing into the pile of boxes.

Filling up the open doorway is my mate.

Memnon’s eyes are glowing like hot coals, and his hair has lifted from his shoulders, rippling like he’s swimming underwater.

I want to sob at the sight of him. As it is, my heart leaps, and Goddess, the things I’ll forgive this man for simply because he showed up.

His eyes immediately find mine, and even distant as they get when his power takes over, I swear they burn brighter.

“Selene.” He growls my name possessively.

His gaze scans my broken body, and that rage that whispered down our bond nowconsumeshim. Memnon’s power burgeons around him, sparks of it lighting up the indigo plumes like it’s all a miniature storm cloud.

A split second later, his power is there, slipping down my throat and into me, reaching for my injuries and attempting to heal them from a distance. But because healing usually requires pressing hands to flesh, his magic doesn’t do much besides setting my broken bones. The action causes me to scream through my teeth.

I’m sorry, love.His voice has an otherworldly edge to it as his magic rides him. Memnon begins striding toward me, likely to finish healing me.

“Don’t come any closer,” Lia warns.

Memnon pauses, his gaze flicking to the woman.

As soon as he sees her, he stills. “Juliana.”

Juliana?

I glance up at who I thought was Lia. Seven hells.

It all comes together fast.Liamust be a nickname. As in Ju-lia-na.

This isn’t just some random witch gone rogue. This is a sorceress and one of the heirs of Ensanguine Enterprises.

Juliana Fortuna.

CHAPTER 36

I stareat Juliana Fortuna with new eyes as she takes in Memnon, whose power is crackling off him. I can practically hear the gears in her head grinding together as she tries to piece together the situation from her end.

“Put your magic away,” she finally commands.

I’m sure she’s expecting him to do as she says. She believes he’s bonded to her after all.

Instead, Memnon continues to stare at her, his expression growing colder and colder as his power gathers.

“You touched my mate.”

“Mate?” I hear the surprise in Juliana’s voice. “You’reher bond?”

She glances down at me, reassessing, before returning her gaze to Memnon. I can’t move with my injuries, but I imagine she’s taking in his glowing eyes and rustling hair.

“Who are you really?” she asks. She must realize she’s been played.

“Your executioner.” He says it without malice, as though it were simply a fact, and that makes the words truly ominous.

The sorceress murmurs under her breath, drawing her magic in her hands, then she throws a spell at my mate, the thick mass of it streaked through with oily black lines.

Dark magic.

Memnon lifts a hand andcatchesthe curse. I’ve never seen that done. I can hear it sizzling against his flesh as he closes his fist around it. With a final hiss, it snuffs out like a blown candle.