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By the way, you have two dads?

I pushed Sylvaine away and his red rimmed eyes looked down at me. “I loved them both.” He whispered. “With all my being, I don’t want you to feel what I feel, if anything ever happened—”

I placed my hand over his mouth.

“Not for you to decide.” I sniffed. “It’s my decision and Oryx and Veylor will not take no for an answer. They will come for me and—”

A heavy bang echoed down the cave to where we were. I tilted my head and wiped the tears from my face. “In fact, you should run, hide or something because they are going to be pissed. How long was I out for?”

Sylvaine pulled at his collar. “Three days. I forget you still have your mother’s blood. Did I mention how much you look like her?I’m so glad you got her looks.” He smiled softly and brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear.

“Now isn’t the time to butter me up, you are about to get your ass kicked and I’m still thinking about doing it myself.”

Sylvaine sighed. “That’s more Thackery. He did like to kick my ass. No wait, he liked to be in my ass.” He tapped his chin.

I screeched. “I did not need to hear that!”

There was one final bang until I heard the swoosh of Veylor’s shadows, the clopping of Oryx’s hooves and another pair of footsteps I was unfamiliar with.

Cold air snaked through the kitchen, raising goosebumps along my arms. Sylvain's head snapped up, alert as a predator sensing danger. In one fluid motion, he pulled me against his chest, his lips brushing my hair in a protective kiss before maneuvering me behind his body like a shield.

“It couldn’t be,” he said. “You said he was dead, correct?”

“What?” I snapped.

“Thackery, he was dead.”

I groaned. “Yes, I said he was. That’s why we were crying!”

A gust of wind carried snowflakes into the room, announcing his arrival before I saw him. The man who stepped through the doorway had skin like frost on glass, hair as white as my own, only his was braided down the middle of his back and shaved on the sides. His eyes were the color of amethyst stones. His light tanned leather garments clung to his lean frame, while behind him a cape fluttered behind him.

Sylvaine took a step back, taking me with him. “By the Shadows,” he murmured. “It cannot be.”

Chapter 50

Oryx

Iclamped my jaws around Benedict's head and felt it give way like an overripe fruit. Pain shot through my skull as something tore. I'd unhinged my jaw too far.

A crack echoed from the petrified section of my face. Bellowing in agony, I expelled his severed head, watching it tumble across the floor with dull, unseeing eyes.

I cupped the side of my skull and licked the blood around my face. Veylor was there in an instant, his shadows encompassing us.

His eyes flicked from me to the headless corpse, then back again, a grim satisfaction in his gaze. "It is done," he murmured,his voice a low rumble like distant thunder. He reached out, his fingers tracing the crack that had formed on my face, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"You pushed yourself too far, Oryx," he chided, but there was no rebuke in his tone, only concern.

I leaned into his touch, feeling the coolness of his shadow seep into my skin, numbing the pain. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body trembling from the exertion and the residual adrenaline. I could feel my hearts pounding in my chest, the beat slow and heavy, like a funeral drum.

Veylor's shadows pulsed, and I felt them wrapping around me, cocooning me in an embrace of darkness. The world outside faded, Veylor’s voice muffled as if heard through a thick fog. I closed my eyes, letting the shadows do their work, knitting together the torn flesh and cracked bone.

"Rest now, my love," Veylor whispered, his voice a soothing balm. "Let the shadows heal you."

Instead of resting, my cock hardened with his nearness. Now wasn’t the time to get hard, but I was hungry. The blood I had eaten only intensified my empty stomach.

By this time we were supposed to be with Vesper, I would have fed, I would have been connected to both of them.

I half whined, half growled and pulled him closer to me. The petrified portion of my skull already mending and my cock pressed firmly against Veylor’s stomach.