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Would he continue into the Blood Vow level? And later initiate the third and final Mate Vow level?

Ty?Az whispered into my mind.Everything all right?

No,I snapped, heading toward the kitchen off the seating room. I needed a fucking drink.

Are you in your quarters?Az asked.

Yes.

I’m on my way.

I didn’t reply, instead opting to pour myself the strongest liquor I could find in the cabinet.

Maybe Az could help me beat some sense into Melek.

Not that it mattered now. The devious little prince had already sealed his fate.

By taking a fucking captive as a mate.

How could you tie your soul to her?I demanded, reigniting my mental link to Melek as I took several swallows of the burning liquid.You don’t even know the girl!

I know enough,he replied cryptically.Perhaps you should consider this from a different angle, my lord. Ask yourselfhowI was able to mate her.The door to our suite opened on the tail end of his statement, his power announcing his presence before he drifted into our living area.

Not walked.

Butdrifted.

Because he was in an ethereal state.

“That’s not going to save you,” I told him, my eyes narrowed.

“I didn’t use my wings to hide.” He turned corporeal again. “It was faster to fly than to walk. And you need to calm down.”

There were very few fae who could provoke me to violence.

Melek was one of them.

Especially when he engaged in dangerous games that endangered his life. “Your spirit is tied to hers,” I hissed, the alcohol doing absolutely nothing to cool me down. “What if she dies tomorrow?”

“Then I’ll be in a lot of pain.” He shrugged. “And I suspect you won’t be very willing to heal me, which is fine. But again, I suggest you considerhowI was able to bond her.”

“Bond who?” Az asked as he materialized in the middle of our suite, having opted to also fly up here via his Phoenix energy. Both males possessed wings of a sort. My shoulder blades tingled with the memory of my own, my feathers long gone.

Sizzled to ashes. Burned. Destroyed. Fallen.

But that pain didn’t compare to what I felt now.

A pain I allowed Melek to feel. A pain I shoved at him through the link. A pain underlined by fear of what this could do to him.

“Ty,” Melek said with a sigh. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fucking fine.” I threw my empty glass at the wall, not at all satisfied by the shattering noise it left behind.

“What the hell happened?” Az demanded, black energy pulsating around him as though ready to kill whoever posed a threat.

If only it were that simple. Not even a Paradox Fae could go back in time to fix this. Virtuous bonds surpassed everything in existence for a bloody reason.

“Melek took a new mate,” I explained, barely able to grate out the words. Because never in my wildest imagination would I have expected this from him. “One he claimed to only want as a pet.”