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Her gaze is sad, but her posture is relaxed. “Did you know this?” I ask her.

“She knows,” Dragan explains as Eilish nods. “Kolvar, too.”

“If she knows, then why isn’t she demanding Cambion’s blood? I’d want the fucker’s head on a platter!”

“Baron, please calm down,” Eilish says but I can’t calm down. And I can’t, for the fucking unlife of me, figure out why she isn’t irate!

“Luckily for Cambion, Eilish isn’t you,” Dragan says darkly and I wonder what the fuck is wrong with him. We don’t like each other on the best of days but the way he’s acting now—something is going on with him. He’s acting more prick-like than usual.

“You can’t think this is okay?” I insist as I face him.

He frowns at me. “Of course I don’t think it’s fucking okay.”

“Then why aren’t you freaking out about it?”

“What good would that do?” he responds with a shrug. “I’ve decided to let Eilish handle it the way she sees fit. And whatever she decides, is fine by me.”

I study him with narrow eyes. “Who are you and what have you done with the former King of all Assholes?”

Dragan chuckles as I frown at him and start pacing, trying to rein in my anger before I do something stupid like kill the one guy Eilish needs to feed her lightness. Well, she could feed from Variant, if such were an option. From where I stand, neither option is looking good right now. I don’t know whether she just has bad luck with men or if the universe is trying to piss me off but, regardless, I’m good and pissed.

“You can feel the way you want to but Cambion’s going to need to perform some miracle of redemption for me to trust his sorry ass again,” I growl.

“Can I speak to you alone for a minute?” Dragan asks as he starts for a clearing maybe twenty feet from the barrage of tents. I follow him and once I’m in hearing distance, he starts in.

“You need to drop this whole Cambion shit,” he says.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demand. “He fucking stole her memories and got her addicted to Atacomite!”

“I’m fully aware, Baron.”

“Okay, then what the fuck am I missing here?”

“It’s none of our damn business, that’s what you’re missing! This is between the two of them—Cambion and Eilish. It doesn’t concern us.”

I get right up into Dragan’s face. “You really believe that bullshit? Eilish is ours. You and I both know it. It’s written in the stars, according to Pyre and the Midnight Queen.”

“Yes, but you and I aren’t the only ones who have claim to her, or she wouldn’t be over there talking to Cambion.” He points out the two of them and I stop fuming to watch them for a few seconds.

“She needs Cambion as much as she needs us,” Dragan says. “Without him…”

“I’m aware of what the fuck happens to her without him. The darkness takes over.”

“Right.”

I tug at the strands of my hair. “I just don’t understand how she can…” I start.

“How she can what?” Dragan demands.

“I was furious when I found out Morrigan erased my memories, but Eilish... she’s acting like it doesn’t matter to her that Cambion stole hers.”

Dragan shrugs. “I guess she figures it doesn’t matter now.”

“Doesn’t matter?” I repeat, in shock.

His eyebrows reach for the sky. “What’s done is done. It’s in the past. No use in dwelling on something Eilish can never change.” He takes a breath. “And onto another subject,” he starts.

I look over at him. “There’s more?”