Page 9 of King of Knights

I’ve been training more lately. It’s possible that I’m emitting power into her. That would explain a lot. I’ll have to be more careful.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I peck her lips. “Get ready. I will walk you.”

“So stubborn,” she mumbles, shaking her head.

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Venus

He knows.I’ve tried to use a spell to hide it. I still don’t know what to do about all of this.

I know I’m not his mate. It tears me apart every time I think about it. To love a man as much as I love Kendrick, yet know he has a fated mate… it drives me insane.

Now this. He will figure it out. It takes too much from me to try to keep up this spell. If I use just a bit of black magic, I could completely hide the truth, but there are repercussions and consequences. I could make this so much worse.

“Do you need help?” Annaniah asks. “You’ve been staring at the same page for hours.”

“No, no. I’m fine. I will finish this up and then we can tend to those remedies.”

“You were thinking about him, weren’t you?” she says with a mischievous smile.

“Don’t,” I warn.

“You’re always keeping secrets,” she teases.

I flinch. Her words hit too close to home. There was a time when I wouldn’t keep anything from my sisters or Kendrick. I’ve been hiding things from everyone in the last few weeks.

“Some things aren’t meant to be discussed out in the open.”

“You do know I’m just teasing. I like him. He is kind to you.”

She isn’t making me feel any better. Kendrick is going to be furious with me. I hadn’t planned for any of this. I didn’t know it was possible.

It’s just…after reading those scrolls about his bloodline and how they find their bond mates, I haven’t known what to do. I look at every woman as a potential thief of my love.

Once I determine that they are also human, it’s the only way I can relax. A human will never be strong enough to be Kendrick’s match.

If I were a true witch. If I were born of the right bloodline…

I’ve had those thoughts so often, wishing I were born into this and not taught. There once were whispers of one of my ancestors possessing a drop of blood from one of the kings Kendrick comes from.

Supposedly, my great-great-great-great-grandmother stole a drop and drank it. I’ve been going through the scrolls to see if such a thing is possible and if there’s a way for me to find out if their blood still runs through me.

There has to be a way for me to force this bond to happen between us. He loves me, and I love him. I know there’s a way. I know there is because I’ve found one. It’s just too dark for me to try.

But every spell has a counter spell. A light spell that’s the mirror of the dark one. I just need to find it.

“I need time,” I whisper to myself.

“What was that?” my sister asks.

“Nothing, I am thinking. Yes, I know you are only teasing. Let me finish up here. Okay?”

“Okay,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

I watch her leave the room before I turn my attention back to the parchment before me. The writings are beginning to all look the same and bleed together. I’m starting to feel hopeless.

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