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“Yes, it does.”

Morgan stopped chewing on her lip when Valentina reached over and yanked it out of her mouth without looking away from her game. He had to admit, it was kind of adorable to watch them together.

“Why does it matter?” he asked, doing his damnedest not to sound pissed off, but the way the raven looked up at him made it obvious he wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

“I don’t know yet, but it does.” The witch sighed. “I don’t see any angels in your future, but I see a lot of ice and snow regardless of which path you choose. You need to know…in every future…if she leaves, Rune will go with her.”

Great.

Samuel decided not to say anything. It was safer that way. “Get some sleep, you two. We’ll talk about a contract tomorrow, Valentina.”

He was fucking exhausted, which meant it was harder to control his temper and that never ended well. Discussing a contract with the raven when he was still annoyed with her wasn’t a good idea.

It certainly didn’t help that his dick was still hard as a fucking rock either.

What exactly had he done to make Fate hate him so much? If he hadn’t found his mate, he would have lost Rune. Now that he had her, there was still a good chance he’d lose him. It didn’t seem to matter that they were tigers and could only mate in a triad.

He had an uneasy feeling that wouldn’t apply to this situation even if he had no fucking idea why.

Not even a child of fate could see into Vix’s mind – it was like she didn’t exist at all, and Samuel couldn’t help wondering if it was because ofthatbastard.

If he had her true name, he owned her. She was Gabriel’s, and therefore a child of heaven.

Was she even alive? If she wasn’t, that would explain why the Fates couldn’t see her, whyMorgancouldn’t see her.

Even vampires had a future though, and they were technically undead. She did have some attributes of the vampires, but it was too different – too wild.

If anything…

She reminded him of the fae. A wild, untamed creature who was impossible to predict. Her chaos was rather contained when she wasn’t hunting, but it was manifesting in other ways now…ways that had him heading to the mudroom where he could take an ice-cold shower.

Vix might remind him of the fae, but she definitely wasn’t one. She wasn’t demi-fae either.

So, what the fuck was she?

Chapter 25

Vix

Click-clack.

Click-clack.

The reel was turning and the moving pictures it showed her were on an endless loop.

Click-clack—CLICK-CLACK.

She jolted at the sound that was suddenly a thousand times louder than normal. Vix blinked and found herself back at the source.

Silence, insulated by thick snow and a forest deep in winter.

There was a scar in the center of the clearing and it was pumping—thumping that wildness through her entire body as she slid to a stop.

Had she been running? Must have since she was breathing hard, claws aching to rend and tear like she’d been on a hunt.

Bright light flashed, turning the night to day for a split second and when she could see again, a man larger than she’d ever seen in her life stared down at her – wings spread so far wide they took up the entire width of the clearing with his silver feathers.

Silver…

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