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Chapter Seven

Frost’sbodyachedinall the best ways. He looked younger. Several times, he tried to focus on his morning routine instead of his reflection, but he couldn’t stop staring. Frost wasn’t old. At thirty-eight, he had taken good care of himself and typically didn’t feel many creaks or pains. This was different. He looked a good fifteen years younger. It was wild. He also felt brand new. Frost couldn’t describe what was different exactly, but something was.

“You’re a Were mate,” Gemini said, appearing behind Frost and kissing his nape. “Your life is tied to mine. It’s impossible for you to age unless I die, and that’s also pretty damn impossible.”

Frost lowered his chin, giving Gemini better access to his nape. He loved the way Gemini’s lips felt on his skin. His voice came out breathless as he responded. “I suppose I knew that, but I guess I didn’t expect living forever to age me in reverse.”

He felt Gemini chuckle against his skin. “It hasn’t. My blood healed any damage age has caused.” His mouth moved lower.

Frost’s gaze shot to the mirror. He had to watch. With Gemini hovering over him and his head turned at an angle, kissing him, his scarred neck held Frost fascinated. That was his mark. Gemini belonged to him. Everyone would know it, and the proud possessiveness was enough to make his chest explode. He stared at the spot for so long, the mirror swirled.

Frost blinked. Wait. His reflection genuinely swirled. “Um. Baby. Why is the mirror doing that?”

Gemini’s head shot up.

Frost felt Gemini’s intention to drag him away from the mirror. He wasn’t fast enough. A hand appeared in the center of Frost’s reflection a half second before Frost found himself yanked through the glass like it was water, except he was still dry when he landed on the other side. Gemini hadn’t released his hold, so they were pulled through together. At least this time, he wasn’t alone in his abduction.

“You are nae abducted. The king requests your presence.”

Frost blinked at the huge Scotsman and his obvious reading of Frost’s mind. A huge grin split the man’s face. His amethyst eyes flashed with good humor.

“Don’t worry. It’s nae me. I have a bit of devil in me.” He laughed, and it sounded like two people. Before Frost found histongue, the man gave a short bow. “I’m Faolan. One of the king’s guards.” His name sounded like fool-on and his kilt looked real—like from an ancient time real.

“Why didn’t the king send some sort of formal request?” Gemini sounded angry as hell.

Faolan smiled. It was a huge grin, showing fangs. “It’s a request, but nae really. You feel me?”

Gemini dropped the towel that was his only cover from his nudity. He was a leopard before Frost had time to complain about the way he was always showing what belonged to Frost to everyone.

I’m an animal, baby. Clothes are unnatural.

Frost supposed he saw his point, but still. Maybe Frost should start simply stripping in front of every stranger they met.

An angry growl vibrated inside the badly lit hallway where they stood.

Satisfied he had made his point, Frost motioned ahead. “Lead the way. I hope he’s ready to explain this whole healer of the north thing.”

Faolan didn’t confirm or deny. He simply turned and headed down the long, narrow hall. Mirrors lined the entire path. Frost tried inspecting them as they passed, but they all simply swirledand nothing else. Frost couldn’t even see his reflection. It was like they were invisible. Finally, they came to one larger than the rest. Faolan stepped through first. Frost followed with Gemini glued to his hip, as if ready to protect him at a moment’s notice. He appreciated that more than Gemini knew. Getting dropped into this world he didn’t understand fucked with his head way more than he wanted to admit. Everything came at him too fast. He didn’t have time to adjust.

The room they stepped into was what looked to be the living room of a gigantic home. With an emphasis on home. It looked cozy and like people actually lived there and the place wasn’t only for show. There were muddy boots in the way and coffee cups sat abandoned on side tables. Frost only got the bare minimum of a glance around before his attention was fully caught. Just when he thought he had come to terms with a gigantic Scottish vampire, Frost found himself before an even bigger golden angel. His skin literally glowed, and his eyes swirled like pots of leprechaun gold. Black wings draped around him. Two more massive vampires flanked him—one dark and one light. They were nearly equal in size but looked deadly as hell.

The golden one smiled. “I’m King Jonathan.”

Of course he was. No one could mistake him for anything less than royalty.

A loud squeal cut through the air, visibly startling everyone. “It’s a fucking kitty. He’s so fluffy!” A tiny blond guy with sweet, big blue eyes skidded to a stop in front of them. He was obviously an adult, but he was also somewhat childlike in a way Frost couldn’tdescribe. Frost practically felt the kindness pouring from his soul.

“What have we talked about, Tam?” Jonathan sounded amused but stern.

The sprite squared his shoulders and held Frost’s stare. “May I pet your mate?”

Frost bit his bottom lip, fighting a laugh. He looked down at Gemini.

A loud, put-upon sigh that wasn’t his rang through his mind.I’m a fierce beast.

“Of course you are, baby.”

I guess it’s okay. The pout in Gemini’s words made it even harder for him not to laugh. Frost met Tam’s stare again. “You have my permission.”

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