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“But I want to,” I tell him before yawning again.

“Go to sleep,” he laughs, but I refuse to let go, wanting to give him something. He sighs, settling his weight back against me.

“What do you want to do then,” he asks, though it was clear he wasn’t going to have sex with me when my eyes fell to his neck. Before I can even suggest it, my canines slip free, protruding extremely fast, as an overwhelming desire to mark him washes over me.

The next second they are in his neck, and he grunts. My eyes widen in shock as I feel them slip into his neck and through the muscle. I didn’t even ask. I almost choke as his blood floods into my mouth, coating my tongue. Panic courses through me as his hand tangles in my hair.

“Shh, you can mark me,” he whispers, and I seem to forget that he can feel me through his mark on my neck. I relax when I swallow his blood, and it is like every nerve ending bursts in my body when the bond is forged. My entire body tingles, and my skin buzzes when overwhelming happiness floods me, bringing tears to my eyes when I realize it isn’t mine, but his.

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

KYSON

Azalea falls asleep pretty quickly, yet as the sun rises, I know I have to get out of bed, so I decide to check in with patrols, and with Damian, who is meeting me at my office. We are supposed to be heading to the Landeena Kingdom today. Yet not hearing back from Larkin is starting to bother me. He was supposed to let us know by this morning. We haven’t heard a word from him since he left here that night.

“Something is going on?” Damian tells me as I hang up the phone from trying to call Larkin for the third time this morning. It is suspicious. I don’t know who to trust, but one thing is certain, the council can’t be trusted. And neither can anything we thought we knew about the Landeena massacre. Nothing makes sense anymore.

“I think you need to hold off on going to the Landeena Kingdom, my King. It isn’t safe. And I have a bad feeling about all of this,” Damian tells me, and the worry is clearly etched on his face.

“Azalea won’t like it, but I think you are right,” I tell him, and he sighs in relief just as Gannon steps into my office.

“How is Abbie?” I ask, earning a smirk from him. He sits down, and I press my lips in a line, trying not to smile when I notice she has finally marked him. He clears his throat awkwardly.

“Good, yep. Everything is good,” he chuckles, and it is good seeing him happy for once about something. I know he has struggled badly with Abbie and her PTSD.

“Azalea?” he asks, changing the subject.

“Damian and I were just discussing whether we should postpone the trip to Landeena,” I answer.

“No word from Larkin?” he asks, and Damian and I both shake our heads.

“Nothing,” I answer, and Gannon sighs.

“Do you want me to send Liam and Dustin to Cypress searching for him?” Gannon asks, but I shake my head and scratch my chin while I think about what the best approach will be.

“Not yet. We will give him today, if no answer by tonight, and he is still unreachable. We raid the council,” I tell them. They nod, and Damian gets up from his seat before pausing.

“What is it?” I ask. I know he wants to ask me something, I can read him like a book, and he has been nervous all morning.

“Tandi wants–” I wave my hand, cutting him off, already knowing what he is about to ask.

“All the children who were adopted had their pictures taken. All documentation is in the cellars. She can have access to them. I will let the guards know,” I tell him, and he nods.

“Do you really think Paige is one of the children?” Gannon asks us both. Larkin could be lying, but I highly doubt that. He genuinely appeared disgusted with Tandi’s claims and also truly believed Brock didn’t kill his own child.

“I hope so, if not–” Damian pauses, looking at me.

“If she isn’t, permission granted, you don’t have to ask not when it comes to children,” I tell him, and Damian nods. I know if he can’t find Tandi’s daughter. The next place he will be going is to drag the information out of Brock by any means possible. I watch them leave, and I smirk as Gannon leaves, seeing how happy he is. At least that will be one less thing playing on Azalea’s mind. Abbie is a constant worry for Azalea since her attempt to kill herself. I know it has heightened her concern to magnitude levels. Azalea would not cope with losing her a second time. As he goes to walk out the door, I call Gannon back to me.

“Ah Gannon, a moment please,” he stops, looking back at me.

“Close the door, I need to speak with you,” I tell him, and he sighs, looking out to the hall before shutting the door. He retakes his seat across from me, and I sit back, watching my friend.

“Sia?” I ask.

“Liam told you?” Gannon asks, and I shake my head.

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