“I don’t believe you,” I tell him. But not for the first time today, I hesitate. Am I remembering things wrong? Suddenly, none of that matters because Des materializes in front of me, coming between me and the King of Day. “Janus, you need to step the fuck away from my mate.” Des’s wings begin to unfurl, his talons looking particularly lethal. “Don’t talk to her”—he takes a step forward—“don’t look at her”—another ominous step—“don’t come close to her.” The two are almost nose to nose. “As far as you’re concerned, she doesn’t exist.”
