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Devlin carefully pulled Zacarius’s clothes off, folding them and setting them on a nearby chair. He walked back to the bed, pulling the covers over his mate.
    Devlin stroked Zacarius’s face. “Oh, Zac, what are we doing to each other?”
    Zacarius moved. Devlin’s breath froze in his throat. “Zac? Honey?”
    Zacarius’s turned in his direction. His eyes fluttered then finally opened. They seemed dazed, unfocused. As they began to clear, a smile worked its way across Zacarius’s face.
    “Dev, my Dev,” Zacarius whispered, reaching a trembling hand out to Devlin. Devlin froze, unsure if he should take it or not. When he made no move to take it, the hand fell limply back to the bed. A single blood red tear fell down Zacarius’s cheek as he turned his head away.
    Devlin, suddenly feeling like a fool for his resistance to his mate, moved closer to Zacarius. “Zac, honey,” he said softly, “look at me.”
    Zacarius didn’t give any sign that he heard Devlin. “Zacarius, this is ridiculous. You obviously need to feed. I’m right here.”
    Zacarius shook his head. He still wouldn’t look at him. Devlin stuck his arm out and held it under Zacarius’s nose. The only sign Zacarius gave was pressing his lips together and turning his nose up.
    “Damn it, Zacarius,” Devin snapped. “Stop playing the martyr.”
    When Zacarius wouldn’t take blood from him, Devlin grabbed a knife and sliced a cut in his wrist. He held his wrist over Zacarius’s mouth, watching as his blood dropped onto the man’s lips.
    Zacarius didn’t react at first, the blood dripping down his chin. Then suddenly he turned and bit into Devlin’s wrist. Devlin cried out at the ferocity of the bite. A feral look came into Zacarius’s eyes as he began sucking the life essence from him.
    When Devlin began to feel lightheaded, he tried to pull his arm free, but Zacarius wouldn’t let him go. He growled, holding on tighter, sucking harder. Devlin could feel himself start to weaken. He yanked again.
    “Zac—Zacarius,” Devlin cried in desperation, “honey, you have to let go.”
    Devlin finally pressed his hand against Zacarius’s head and pushed to get the prince to release him. He jumped up and wrapped his other hand around his still bleeding wrist, cursing silently at himself. He walked to the bathroom to clean and treat his wound.
    He stuck his hand under a stream of cold water then wiped away the last trickle of blood. As he wrapped gauze around his wrist, he realized he liked the idea of providing for his mate on such a basic level. It made him feel needed in a way that he never did before.
    Devlin rested his hands on the sides of the pedestal sink as he gazed at himself in the mirror. Could he be honest enough with himself to know that Zacarius’s lying paled in comparison to not having his mate? Could he take that chance?
    He wasn’t sure, but he needed to try. He couldn’t just leave things the way they were. Someone was still after Zacarius and Devlin couldn’t let anything happen to his mate, even by his own hand.
    When he walked back into the bedroom, Zacarius leaned back against the pillows. His color remained pale but not deathly white. The hard angles on his face softened just a bit and he had just a little more of a healthy glow to him.
    Devlin sat down on the side of the bed and waited. He was determined to discover why Zacarius had been in such bad condition, why he hadn’t come before now. Devlin might be angry with him, but they were still mates.
     
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    “You should have let me die,” Zacarius murmured without looking in Devlin’s direction. He could feel his mate staring.
    “Don’t be ridiculous,” Devlin replied. “I’m not going to let you die.”
    “Why not?” Zacarius snorted. “It would have been kinder.”
    “Zac—”
    Zacarius turned to glare at Devlin, his narrowing. “Do you think I want to come to you every few days and beg for the rest of my life? I’d rather be dead.”
    “You