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I gave a bland smile.

“Fine so far. It’s nice and quiet without you up here.”

He grinned like the dig was meant to be a joke.

It wasn’t.

Tessa pushed him out of the frame.

“Get lost, Brown. This is girl talk time.”

Miles threw an arm around Tessa’s shoulders, grinning.

“Wish I could, T, but I was sent to grab you. We’re all going to get a host so we don’t have to go out tomorrow until we’re over the pass.”

Tessa scrunched her nose and then shoved him away from her. “All right, all right. I’ll be done in another couple minutes. Now getout.”

Rhiannon glared where he had disappeared, her hand clenching and unclenching like she wanted to punch him. Didn’t we all?

A door closed downstairs, and my body lit with an electric anticipation. I cleared my throat.

“Perfect. I’ll text you guys later, all right?”

Both girls raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in their eyes, but they didn’t dare say anything with Miles still within earshot.

“All right. We’ll chat later.” Tessa hung up.

Once the screen cleared, I set about taking care of the bites. While the original set in my neck looked leagues better, there was still that underlying itch. It would probably be like that for another few days. Right now, it looked like I might luck out and not have any scarring, so I really didn’t want to risk ripping open the new skin. I grabbed the anti-itch cream stashed in the bathroom, under the sink tucked behind the extra hand towels.

The clear cream sank into my skin, alleviating the itch almost instantly, like it was its own version of nova wine for my skin. I washed my hands and then put the cream away, ready to see if Landon needed to host again today. My thighs clenched in anticipation.

Landon. Right.

I twisted my wrist to look at his bite.

His bite didn’t itch. It didn’t burn. It didn’t ignite that desire to try and claw the entire thing out of my skin. He’d put the initial aftercare cream on it the night before, but I hadn’t done anything to it this morning. And it still didn’t itch.

The realization came slowly, like the slow-rising sun in the east every morning, the changes to the sky subtle and then, all at once, it crests the horizon and lights the world anew.

His bite didn’t itch. Which meant…

I swallowed and looked at myself in the mirror, trying to remember how to breathe. There was too much excitement surging through my chest, crashing underneath my sternum. My hands shook with it.

I was Landon Rhodes’s Fated. His blood mate.

Chapter Nine

Landon

“Imade extra eggs if you’d like some,” I said, not turning away from my own plate where it perched beside the sink.

The footsteps on the stairs hesitated for a moment. And then she continued into the kitchen, wordlessly grabbing a plate and scooping the eggs is very intentionally made for her onto it.

“Thank you,” she said, her cheeks flushing a dark pink as she glanced at me under her lashes.

She quickly ducked her head and walked to the kitchen, sliding into the same barstool she’d perched in the night before. Blood went straight to my dick, the incorrigible thing. I crossed my ankles and tried to ignore it.

Her hair was pulled up today, only a few strands falling along her face and neck. It made the bastard’s bite stick out against her pale skin. My fangs extended as the sun reflected off the shiny pink skin.