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“Sure of what?” she snaps.

“Sure you are what I think you are.” I smile. “You’re building a better world, and so am I—one where monsters do not have to fear us or humans.”

“A fairy tale,” Phrixius scoffs.

“No, it’s the truth. I met your friend Mors and his bride, Avea. I have met vampyrs and wolves. Look at those behind me. Not a fairy tale or a dream. I plan to make it happen.”

“How?” Freya asks.

“An accord,” I answer. “A treaty if you will, between the courts of your world and mine.”

“I am nobody,” she begins.

“You are somebody,” I correct. “I don’t care if others forsake you or do not accept your kind. You deserve a seat at that table.When I am sure, I will send a message, but until then, it was nice to meet you. Good luck with your court.”

“Tate?” I still at her voice. “If your invitation comes, I will attend. I’d like a treaty. I’m sick of innocents dying. If we can stop that from happening, then I’ll help in any way I can.”

“I knew you would.” I let Zeev summon a portal, and we step through, back into our floor at home.

TEM

“Mistress, help!” I rush into the room she is sleeping in and bounce on her bed. She groans but spins me, her eyes narrowed as she looks down into my grinning face. Her hair, which is growing out, frames her stunning features.

“What is it?” she asks, holding a weapon in her hand as she scans the area, ready to protect me.

“Zeev and Fang were being mean.” I pout, and she relaxes, rolling her eyes. “Can I play with you instead?”

“Tem.” She sighs. “What did I tell you?”

“To not let them bully me and give it back to them, but they just laughed,” I mutter. “Besides, I missed you.”

“I’ve been gone for ten minutes,” she mumbles, but she sits up, watching me with a soft smile. “You want to play?”

I nod eagerly as her eyes run down my body with a hungry gleam. Desire courses through me, alongside hope. She has claimed me before, but that doesn’t mean she will again. Her intentions become clear, however, when she leans down. “Then let’s play. It turns out I’m tired of thinking through my plan anyway. A distraction will be good.” Her teeth dig into my lip,the pain making me groan. “Do you want to distract me, my tempest?”

“Yes, mistress,” I answer breathlessly, and her smirk is cruel as her hands slide down my body.

“Then let’s play,” she says before her lips press against mine, and she claims my body and heart once more.

CHAPTER 60

Shamus nods as Tate runs through it one more time. “Jarek?” she asks.

“It’s doable,” I say. “I would need to speak with some friends on how to make it binding, probably blood, but it’s doable.”

Her plan is solid. Some might not like it, but when has that ever stopped her? “This will work,” Shamus states. “See to it.” He kisses her head as he rises. “I need to get on with the inspections, so I’ll leave it to you.”

I pull my phone out and shoot off some messages. “I’ll let you know when they get back to me.”

“What shall we do in the meantime?” She sighs, looking around. “It’s so quiet. Are you sure they are all okay?”

“They are shopping for furniture,” I answer. They were so excited, since most of them never have before. “But Fang and Ronan will keep them in line.”

She nods again, biting her lip, and I lean over and free it. “Don’t do that,” I warn. “It makes me want to bite it too.”

“Then why don’t you?” she retorts.

My eyes narrow, and then I’m on her. Our lips crush together as we fall back into the table. I hear its contents smash, butneither of us care as I slide my magic over her and quickly rid her of her clothes so I can touch her perfect skin. Groaning into her mouth, I sweep my tongue deeper before I break the kiss and move down her body, until I can swipe my tongue through her glistening cunt.

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