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I try to hide my wince. “We will be there.”

Soren chuckles, slapping me on my shoulder. “Dinner with the father-in-law? There better be some hot women in Chaos because I need to get laid, and whoever I fuck there, I won’t have to see again. It’s perfect.”

Soren has always been charming as fuck and popular with the females. We used to share women in the past, pleasuring and dominating them together. Soren has a thing about control. And he even likes a dash of pain mixed in with his pleasure. But that all changed when I met Astrid because no one, not even my best friend, gets a taste of her sweet pussy.

“We’ll take you to Lust.” Bane grins, staring up at the sunny sky. “Plenty of women to choose from.”

“All right, I’m in,” Soren replies, rubbing his hands together with glee. “But if it’s a fucking incubi sausage fest, I’m going to be pissed.”

Bane smirks. “The females from all kingdoms come to Lust to feed the incubi with their debauchery. Don’t worry, you won’t be short on pussy.”

“You got in with the right family, my king,” he mutters, then nods toward the fighting ring. “All right. Let’s get in there and kick some ass. We have a Vampire King to kill.”

We train hand-to-hand magic and then with weapons only. Soren pulls his twin swords from his back as he faces off with Bane, an amused smirk on his lips. He lives for this shit. He always has. Bane pulls out his sword, and the two of them go head-to-head. I feel Astrid through the bond before I see her, smiling as she wraps her small hand around my waist and tucks herself under my arm.

“How did it go with Vale?” she asks, and I frown as her eyes go to Soren and Bane instead of staying on mine.

Ahh, yes, the little cockblock prince himself.

“I told him Vera wanted to stay with her friend and wasn’t coming back. He didn’t seem surprised, maybe because she was so adamant to leave here,” I explain, kissing the top of her head. “I couldn’t tell him she was dead. I know I should have, but I couldn’t.”

She stays silent for a few moments and then sighs. “It might have been better to tell him the truth, Rave. He’s going to get older and ask more questions, and it might bite you in the ass.”

She’s right. I know she is.

“I’ll tell him.”

“Good,” she murmurs, and I kiss the top of her head. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just worried about Vale,” I assure her, and it’s the truth. I feel guilty about Vera because Vale has lost his mother, but I don’t feel sad that Vera is gone. I can’t forgive her betrayal, and I have no sympathy for her because she brought it all on herself.

Soren and Bane keep battling, and both are pretty evenly matched.

“He will be okay. We will make sure of it,” she says quietly, glancing back at me with those hazel eyes I fucking love so much. “I had another vision before. I keep seeing everyone’s fated mates. I don’t know why. I’m a fucking matchmaker… that’s all I’m good for.”

My eyebrows raise. “Do you know how many people would give anything to know who their mate is? Or just to know that they do have one out there? You are incredible, Princess. I wanted to talk to you about that. We can work on your seer magic more, but only if you want to. If you learn how to master it, you will be unstoppable.”

“I do want to.” She nods, biting her lower lip in thought. “I think Laurel can help me, but I don’t know how to get that time with her without the Shifter King finding out. He can’t know what I am.”

My fingers move up her back to her nape, squeezing gently. “He won’t touch you. I’ll kill him first.”

“Rave—”

“I could invite him here under the guise of more chats about the vampire situation,” I suggest, already making a plan. “He doesn’t go anywhere without Laurel.”

“That could work,” she replies, and I run my finger down the cheek of her pretty brown skin before tracing her lips, my finger tugging on the lower one as I lower my head and kiss her. “Whatever you want, I will always make it happen for you.”

She smiles, the sunlight hitting her eyes, showing off their green.

Fuck.

I’m gone for this woman and can’t even be mad about it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Astrid

Dinner at Zython’s was a way more chilled event than I thought it would be. It was mostly just us, the usual crew, and a few of my dad’s incubi friends he’d grown up with. We’re all sitting outside for once, enjoying the warm breeze. The long, white table is candlelit, and the food tonight is divine. With a glass of red wine in my hand, I turn to Rave and smirk as I watch him eat his perfectly separated food in order. He’s currently eating his vegetables while I’m digging right into my steak. It still amuses me that this big, scary shadow daddy can’t deal with the idea of his food touching each other or being eaten all at once.

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