Page 19 of Exiled Prince

“Why didn’t he say anything?” I snap as the realization hits me. “And who the fuck are you?”

All the times he kissed, sucked, and looked at my neck like he wanted to devour me, he actually did.

He was hungry.

For my blood.

“I’m Axe,” he says, his green eyes narrowing. “His brother. And does he look like the type to beg someone for something?”

Now that he mentions it, he tried to tell me something before I left with Sage.

Was he going to tell me he needed to feed?

Fuck.

I’ve messed up. I’ve been a shitty mate, and I’ve been so focused on my own shit I didn’t even consider the fact that Bane needed blood.

This is exactly why I knew the timing was all off to meet him.

“Where is he?” I demand to know.

Axe’s tongue darts out over his bottom lip. “You think you are worthy of him?”

“The fates think so.”

“You haven’t bonded with him yet.”

“That’s none of your fucking business. We will do it in our own time,” I snap.

“Yourown time, you mean.”

“You’re a dick,” I mutter.

“Can you fight?”

“Yes.”

“Strong magic?”

“Probably stronger than you.”

“Doubtful. Can you cook?”

“No.”

That’s a straight-out lie.

We don’t tell men we can cook. Then they try to hire us for free.

I definitely can cook and bake. With that many brothers, I had to find a way to make them do my bidding growing up. Salem’s weakness is strawberry cheesecake, Silver’s is chocolate biscuit pudding, and Sage’s is chocolate brownies with ice cream. Shadow’s was honey cake.

Plus, I live to eat, and sometimes I have to make my own shit since I’m not living in the castle anymore. Independent woman and all that.

“What a shame,” he mutters, making me want to punch him in the face.

“Enough with the questions. Where is he?”

When he hesitates to answer, a bad feeling slivers down my spine. “He had to feed. He’s waited too long. He was weak, Saylor.”

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