Page 34 of Masked Fate

“Princess Ebony told me,” he replies, light green eyes flickering with heat and something else I can’t define.

He’s not working with my sister, is he? I can’t trust anyone right now. But then his gaze drifts down over my breasts, his eyes turning hazy and half-lidded.

“You went to my kingdom looking for me?”

“I did,” he replies, running his thumb along his sharp jawline. “Your sister is a bitch, by the way. She’s lucky I left her alive.”

Well, if he didn’t, it would have solved one major problem for us.

I share a quick look with Astrid, who is sucking on her lips to stop herself from laughing.

What the fuck is this?

Wait! Is this a booty call?

A booty zip?

“Salem, why are you here?” I ask with a frown.

“I don’t know, I had the urge to see you,” he rasps, flashing a pair of sharp canines as he runs his teeth over his bottom lip.

Is he drunk?

Oh my fates.

He’s come here to fuck me.

“I appreciate the effort,” I say slowly, clearing my throat. “But I’m in the middle of a crisis, and unfortunately, now is not the best time for you to… uh… follow your urges.”

To be fair, he went down on me and made me come, and then I left him hanging, but it’s not like he doesn’t have other options out there to get off.

No, wait. Soren fucked with his mind, so he won’t remember that. So whyishe here? Maybe he remembers some of it? Who knows how the whole mind persuasion works?

“You ran away from me at the party before I could spend any time with you,” he replies, smirking.

So he doesn’t remember.

Good.

His mind can’t remember, but apparently, his dick can because it’s come looking to collect,

acting like I owe it money or something.

Fuck, his dick thinks I owe it pussy.

“We aren’t together, Salem,” I blurt out, looking to Astrid forhelp, but she just watches this shit show with wide eyes. She might as well pull out some popcorn.

I’m glad Soren isn’t here right now because this is the exact reason he told me it was stupid to do anything with Salem.

He was right.

One for Soren.

Zero for Pandora.

“You’remineuntil I decide you aren’t,” he replies in a casual tone like we’re discussing the weather.

My mouth opens and then closes. “I don’t think that’s how it works. Plus, Astrid saw your fated mate in one of her visions. Didn’t she tell you about that?”

---