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“No, what? Why do you want Lumic not to have Askara’s sigil?”
Oryn’s face twisted into a mottled field of anger, but he didn’t speak, only squared his shoulders and tensed.
“You didn’t count on Lumic wandering off from camp again, did you?” Kershai’s voice trembled with rage. “You had your own plans. He was your responsibility to protect and you…”
Lumic stared at the sigil as it glinted, the metal still warm.
“Why do you have this? Where is he?” Lumic clenched the sigil and rage bubbled within him. All the energy he’d lacked for long weeks slipped away as Kershai pinned Oryn to the wall.
Oryn didn’t respond, his face screwed up into petulant stubbornness.
“Go to the back cells in the dungeon. Here, Lu.” Kershai reached into his pocket and fished out a key. “Love you, little one.”
Clutching the key in one hand and the sigil in the other, relief flooded Lumic so hard he almost fainted. He stumbled on his feet, a whimper on his lips. “Da…”
“Go get your alpha. I’ll see to Oryn.” Kershai nodded at Lumic as he let his heart take him.
Chapter Eighteen
Askara
The guards, as sparse as they were on his wing of the dungeons, rustled as a messenger butterfly flitted from guard to guard, orders given. With confused muttering, they left the halls one by one.
It’d happened before, the first night when he was abandoned there. Given his orders. Oryn put a knife between his ribs and ordered his silence, demanded he leave Lumic alone.
It’d been painful to ask Kershai how Lumic was, but he did.
Maybe Oryn would be back to punish Askara for asking. What was dying again? He laughed to himself.Lumic is racking up quite the debt in my name.
He didn’t mind. He’d die over and over again to get closer to seeing him. He just wondered why Lumic hadn’t come. Maybe he couldn’t.
As his pondering deepened, a sudden warm shock twisted his heart in his chest. It was as if the moon had cradled his heart in her palm and the sun kissed the broken part better. The sensation drew him to sit up, blinking sleep from his eyes as new footsteps rang through the hall and with them came a familiar scent—even more familiar sight as he stepped in front of his cell.
Lumic.
Askara sat bolt upright and scrambled to the small window of bars, reaching out to touch the omega, nothing between them but rough-forged blacksteel until Askara pulled his arm back, holding his face at the opening.
“Askara!” Their mouths crashed through the bars, one fierce kiss after another. Lumic tasted like tears, his eyes reddened with them. “Step back. I have keys.”
Askara pulled himself away and within a few seconds, he was in, slamming the door behind him. He bowled Askara over, his girth toppling the alpha to the bed with a noise of strain. “Lumic.”
Their mouths crashed again, tongues gliding. The salty taste of tears flowed between them, Askara shedding as many tears as Lumic.
“Askara… Please. Listen to me.” Lumic kissed him once more and held his face in trembling hands. Askara blinked and didn’t speak, waiting for whatever it was that was so important. “Can I… I want you. Will you let me, have you? Can I take you?”
“Want me? Take me where?” Askara blinked in confusion and mnnf’d under the force of a kiss so fierce he whimpered. “It’s no matter. I’m yours.”
“Before the goddesses. Will you let me, have you? Will you be my mate?” Lumic straddled Askara’s hips, pinning him to the mattress. In the process, he grabbed for Askara’s wrists, holding him down until he forced a silver sigil into his palm. “Your fate is your own to choose.”
Askara clenched his hand to the sigil and pulled it to his face to examine it. The power of it was true, his anchor and curse. Using magic he barely knew he had, he forged the broken chain ends together with a spark of his thalmic power and slipped the chain over Lumic’s head. “Before the goddesses. I’ll be yours.”
Lumic wept hard and pushed their mouths together, lips desperate to draw out one kiss after another until the weak frame of the bed gave the creak of one that was not made to hold two. It didn’t deter Lumic’s frantic grasp. “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re here now.” Askara led the way and offered his own kiss, not nearly as skilled as Lumic seemed to be, but it was his kiss to lead, to taste and feel. As gently as he started, he parted it. “Can I really be yours? Aren’t you a prince?”
“Aren’t you?” Lumic laughed. “Nobody’s ever accused Croatens of having high standards or class.”
Askara hummed in acknowledgment and laughed. “I’m no prince in anything other than name. And, you’re sure?”
