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“So you lied when I commanded you? Faked it?” Liam growls but Peter nods his head.
“I thought you would let me go, but you didn’t,” Peter says, yet Peter has not shifted yet, so how could he resist it?
“We will figure that out later. For now, we should go. I just felt Kyson wake up, and I want to go before he comes looking for me. Kyson won’t ask for answers. He will demand blood,” I tell Liam.
“And Trey?” Liam asks.
“When we get back,” I tell Liam before turning on my heel and walking out. The mindlink stirs as Kyson wakes, but I can feel he is pretty hungover.
‘Azalea!’He says frantically through the mindlink.
‘I’m fine. I am with Liam,’ I assure him. I feel the tension leave him through the bond, relief flooding through me from him.
‘Where are you? I will come to you,’he tells me as Liam holds me steady, helping me climb the stairs leading back into the kitchen. I stop just outside the pantry doors, waiting for Liam to lock the cellar door.
‘I’m in the kitchen, but you should shower and wake up. Clarice will send up something for you to eat to help get rid of the hangover,’I tell him while looking at Clarice, who nods to me. She seems surprised to see me but doesn’t comment on it, which I appreciate.
‘That can wait. I’ll be down soon,’Kyson says.
‘Kyson, I’m fine. I just want to go into town. Liam is with me. I promise I will come to see you when I get back,’I tell him.
‘Azalea!’He says my name like an order, daring me to challenge his word again, and I sigh, knowing he is already on his way to me. I can feel him getting closer when he appears in the doorway leading into the kitchen after a few minutes, there is no point running; he would chase me down so don’t even bother to try.
Yet as he appears, the sigh that leaves him and how he rolls his shoulders tell me he needs to see me to ensure I am alright. His smell overrides my senses and is more potent than the robe I am wearing, which has me moving to go to him. He meets me halfway, pulling me into his arms, his hand going to my head while he wraps his arm around my body, his lips in my hair.
“You shouldn’t have left without telling me. I woke up and thought…” he doesn’t finish, and I don’t question, not wanting to know where his mind had just taken him.
He sniffs me before burying his nose in my hair and then pressing it to my neck. A low thrumming growl leaves him, making goosebumps rise on my arms, and his grip tightens but not painfully, more like he is trying to remove the scent on me and replace it with his.
“Where were you?”
I know he knows, so there is no point lying.
“I went to see Peter. Liam and Trey went with me because I asked, and there were also two other guards down there,” I tell him knowing Peter’s scent is heavy down there; he growls, grabbing my face in his hands and turning it up to look at him.
“Out!” he growls, watching me. The room is evacuated under his order within seconds. Yet he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he rests his forehead against mine and lets out a breath. I wait for the wrath, his fury. I can feel it through the bond as he fights the urge to break something, or maybe me. I’m not sure, so I don’t push him.
After a moment he seems to calm himself down enough to speak. “Explain…. Please,” he growls.
“You wouldn’t have let me go,” I tell him. He pulls his forehead from mine, looks away, and nods because I am right.
“I may have,” he breathes out.
“You don’t seem so sure of that,” I tell him. I struggle to read him through the bond yet I press my face to his chest. He purrs, a sound I relish, calming and relaxing me.
Chapter
Thirty-Eight
AZALEA
“I may have to prevent you from going without me,” Kyson whispers, his voice barely audible. Relief washes over me as I realize he isn’t angry, but the urgency of my palms remain. “Come on, I need to get changed.”
“I am about to go into town with Liam,” I reply, my words tinged with a hint of hesitation.
“Why? What is it that you want? I can send for it,” Kyson asks, his face buried in my neck. His breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine, while his words stir a whirlwind of emotions within me. My heart races as he picks up on the turmoil within me, and a low purr escapes him as he traces his nose along my neck and jawline, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. I can’t bring myself to lie. Not for Peter, not for myself either. Kyson stares, and even though his scent reeks of whiskey from last night, which should have made me wary, I tell him the truth.
“I need to see Peter’s grandparents. He told me something important, something I need to ask them about,” I confess, my voice filled with a mix of curiosity and guilt at the thought of hiding it from him.
