Page 82 of Rejected By the Shifter King
“It’s your face I’m able to read, not your thoughts.”
Oh, thank goodness for small miracles.
“But the mating bond might change that.”
Right, right.
His words just add to my relief. Nothing to worry then, since mates are just preter to preter.
“How are you feeling?”
“Woozy.”
“I apologize for that.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I failed to protect you today. It won’t happen again.”
My mouth opens and closes. Is this a preter thing, him feeling protective and responsible for a weak human like me? But if it is, then why...did he reject me like that six years ago? Or is it only someone’s physical well-being that matters to them?
“I can see the questions in your eyes, Samira. Ask anything of me, and I will tell you the truth.”
“And why should I believe that?”
“I can make a blood pact with you about this if you wish. It will kill me if I lie.”
Oh.
But then a pocket blade appears in his hand out of nowhere, and when I realize he’s about to slice his palm open—
“I believe you!”
“It’s alright, this will only—”
Oh, stars above, what can I say that will make this man stop—
“Why are you here?”
I nearly die when I realize the blade’s already made contact and a fresh drop of blood has now stained his skin.
“I have many other questions, too,” I add in a rush, “so can you just stop with the cutting of flesh?”
“Of course.”
I can’t help sighing in relief as the blade disappears like a sleight of hands, but I know it’s really his preter speed at work.
“And I already told you the reason earlier.”
My brows furrow. “You didn’t say—”
Wait.
Surely, it can’t be—
It seems I fit all of your requirements, Samira.
—that?
