Page 132 of Hell Fae Commander

I’m always careful, little rebel. Which is why I’m going to turn off our connection for a bit. I don’t want to risk Melek interfering.

My frown deepened, my instincts rioting against that idea. But I wanted to trust Ajax.

I also wanted to see what Melek would do.

He’d promised toplant a seedfor me. Perhaps this was related to that?

You’d better not hurt him, Melek,I said, thinking of my…mate.

I would never dream of harming him, little angel,he replied, causing my eyes to widen.

So we are mentally connected,I realized.

We’re a lot more than mentally connected, Cami,he returned.

I need to close myself off now,Ajax told me.I’ll let you know when I’m back.

Shit. Okay. Be safe, I reiterated.

Always.

Silence engulfed my mind a moment later, confirming that Ajax had walled off our communication just as he’d said he would.

But it still felt weird. I didn’t like it.

See you soon, little angel,Melek murmured, his voice a kiss to my senses.I’ll protect our Warden. You have my word.

My jaw clenched.I’m not sure I trust yourword, Melek.

Then consider this a show of good faith.His voice warmed my thoughts, his presence in my mind different from Az’s and Ajax’s. Melek’s tones were silkier in nature, reminding me a bit of that silver ribbon he’d created after our blood vow.

What even was that?I wondered.

A promise for the future,Melek hummed back at me.Goodbye for now, sweet love.

Sweet love?I repeated, my eyebrow arching.

Silence.

Sighing, I shook my head and took in the state of the room.Guess I’d better clean this up, then.

There were documents everywhere.

All of them signed in blood.

I shivered as I started collecting them, the foreign words translating into coherent sentences within my mind. It shouldn’t be possible. Yet it was. I could read all of them. Each and every sordid deal.

I definitely prefer Az’s training,I thought, glancing at the still-sleeping male on the couch. His expression appeared to be locked in a grimace, his discomfort palpable.

He was too big for that sofa.

It almost made me feel guilty. The bed was more than big enough for all of us. But…We’re not ready for that.

I wasn’t sure we would ever be ready for it again.

Although, Ajax and Az had been getting along better. Of course, that was relative. Ajax had moved fromhatredtotolerancein his approach. And Az had been uncharacteristically docile.

Except when training us.