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“What is your future but a secret, Thea?” A cryptic smile danced on her face. “When you’re ready to learn the truth, find me.”
“What do you want? Why did you come back?”
“You,” he murmured. “I came back for my mate.”
“Let’s be clear.” She jammed a finger into my chest. “You aren’t my husband.” I nodded, then added, “Yet.”
“My blood. My body. It belongs to my mate. It belongs to you. Now claim it.”
“Maybe not.” She shrugged her leather tote higher onto her shoulder. “But there’s magic in you, and if there’s magic in you, it has to come out.” “I thought magic was gone.” “Yes. No. It’s not what it once was. True magic is rare, but it sleeps in the veins.”
“Human?” She giggled at me. “You’re not human, honey.” “But…I’m…not…a…witch.” I forced each word out. “You said…” “I said maybe not,” she corrected me. “You obviously have no magical ties, or you would know. Your mother would have told you. But I think you are right. I don’t think you’re a witch. It doesn’t feel right.”
“Claim your mate.”
“And I am yours. I will protect you. I will serve you,” he promised. “You—my mate—above all others. It is my privilege to be your mate. It is my honor to love you.”
Protect my mate.
Instinct kicked in automatically. I surged from the bed, dick still hanging out, and blocked Thea from the intruder. Or rather, intruders.
“Have you learned nothing about my kind? After all this time, do you honestly believe a vampire could love you?”
A dhampir is the child of a vampire and a human.
“Well, that seals it,” he said when he’d recovered. I processed what he was saying. “You know what I am?”
“It’s obvious. You’re a siren.”
“The fangs are not just decorative,” Thea said with a huff, her lower lip jutting out in a particularly kissable pout. “Ask him. I just drank his blood in bed.” “Kinky.” Lysander smirked.
“Your father. Thea, what if your father is a vampire?”
What was sex with a werewolf like? The
“Let’s just say if I was Beauty, I would prefer the Beast.”
“All I am, I give to you. I swear to be your protector, your lover, your best friend as long as we walk this earth. For over nine hundred years, I sought some meaning in this world, and now I’ve finally found it. You. You are the meaning. You are the reason. And you are the answer. I am honored to be your mate, I am honored to tether my soul to yours, and I am honored to become your husband.”
The center stone was a flawless, nine-carat natural emerald—practically unheard of in the jewelry world. Its Belle Époque platinum band swirled gracefully around it, studded with diamonds.
“Being in your head is almost as good as being in your bed,”
Mystikos Synoikia?”
“The Veiled Quarter,”
