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They’re so much more than compatible mates. By playing with Scarlett, they have begun a link not only with her but also with me.

Perhaps that’s what Helia had sensed about me and had made her so confident.

Okay, Helia. You think I have not one mate but three?

We shall see…

CHAPTER 31

SABRE

“Drink,” Cage orders me as he shoves a glass of blood into my face.

My nose wrinkles at the unpleasant scent that’s sour, wrong, and makes my stomach churn. I shove it away before hanging my head. I’m sitting on the floor, which is a waste of all the stupidly expensive furniture in our guest suite. It’s nice to be in a place that isn’t paid for in my blood. It’s no doubt paid for in someone’s blood, just not my own. But I can’t enjoy anything when I feel like death.

Blood itself can’t sustain me anymore. I came to this dimension in hopes of feeling rejuvenated, but then we found her.

Our Sigil.

Where are you, little one?

It’s been days of silence, only to faintly hear our Sigil trying to call out for help.

For Cain.

Not for us.

Who is this asshole, and why is our Sigil so intent on finding him?

We’ve learned that Cain is the name of a King, one who rules a city of humans where Chicago used to be. This world is reminiscent of the Human Realm we are already familiar with. The landmark locations are similar, but not much else is.

Outside of common knowledge in this dimension, we’ve learned little else so far. Which makes me anxious to find our Sigil before something goes wrong. I can’t shake the sensation that something big is coming.

And it’s not good.

The problem is that she hasn’t been in this dimension’s dream plane since we met.

“No one stays awake for four days,” I complain as Cage kneels at my side and places the glass of blood on the floor within reach. If he’s hoping I’ll change my mind, he’s being far too optimistic.

“Our Sigil shouldn’t be underestimated,” he tells me. “She needed time, so she found a way to stay awake as long as she required.” His voice is impossibly calm, and he’s keeping it together much better than I am.

That’s because he wasn’t as weakened when we arrived here, nor is he the one most dependent on our Sigil. I was closest to the throne; therefore, the burden of a Sigil’s energy falls hardest to me.

I fed on her nightmares and the power of all the dreams she had begun to absorb. I know the lore of how a Sigil’s power works. They are like an endless well, one that is filled with the life force of others lingering around it. A Sigil is activated in the dream plane, and everyone and everything around her experiences the pull to be drawn into her. She is the medium.

But she is also human, which means Strigoi must take the excess before it tears her apart. That’s exactly what we had been doing in the dream plane when we found her.

But this dimension is different. The dream plane is more like an entire realm here. It has territory, rivers, and a richness to it that makes it a place all on its own. I need time to learn it, to navigate it, to be able to find my Sigil now lost within it.

And without enough strength, I don’t even seem to be able to enter it again. My vision flashes with red as I try and fail, again and again.

I know I need blood. The glass of red liquid taunts me from where Cage had set it, but that’s not the kind of blood I need.

I need our Sigil’s blood, which means I need to find her body, not just her spirit within a world of dreams.

My lengthy fangs ache, and my entire body screams to finish what we started days ago. The legend of the Sigil speaks of a perfect mate, one who fulfills every need and is just as dependent on her Strigoi as her Strigoi are on her.

Yet, she has avoided us.

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