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what he did; he regretted the impact to him more.
Immortals and deities didn’t have the capacity to care for others.
Would she be alone for eternity?
    “Can you help her?” she asked.
    “I am doing my best. My deal with your mate
is dependent upon me succeeding. He gave me five days.”
    “If the magic of Hell can’t cure her, can
yours?”
    “Not so far. I’ve tried traditional
medicine” he motioned to the machines lining the perimeter of the
room “and my magic.”
    “Poor girl,” she murmured, recalling all her
years of pain and misery with the brain tumor Wynn caused to
expand. Her deal with Darkyn damned her, but also saved her life.
“Is she demon?”
    “Half-breed like Rhyn. Demon and Immortal.
Mother is long dead, most likely one of the blood slaves. Darkyn
was known for going through them like tissue paper.”
    The reminder of what her mate was made
Deidre nauseous.
    “At least I can save other women from that
destiny,” she said. “The mating bond is absolute, isn’t it?”
    “It is. Neither mate can have someone else
on the side. Yours is more so. He’s dependent upon you for blood, a
condition that transcends the normal mating relationship.”
    She deliberated on this
information. Darkyn was determined to keep her, determined enough
that his insurance limited him more than her. He was serious about not
losing.
    Wynn was looking at her again, an odd light
in his eyes. It made her uncomfortable.
    “He was wise to turn you quickly,” he said
after a long silence. “He can’t harm you now with the double-bond.
Did the transition hurt?”
    “He’s never hurt me. Terrify me?
Definitely.”
    Wynn’s smile was fleeting. “I don’t suppose
you’ll put in a good - or bad - word for me.”
    “No,” she replied firmly. “Your deal is with
him. You made your choices, Wynn.”
    “More than fair.”
    Deidre. The summons was quiet. It was accompanied by a
vision of her chamber. She felt compelled to go there.
    “I’ll come back,” she said. “Will you tell
me if you need something to help her?”
    “Without a doubt.”
    Deidre left, troubled, as she returned to
her room. It didn’t make sense that nothing could save the girl, or
that Darkyn was capable of trying to. It meant he cared. Or he was
obligated. She’d learned a lot lately about how obligation held
more sway in the Immortal society than truth or emotion.
    Her heart quickened as she entered her room.
The sight of Darkyn’s lean frame was enough for her blood to heat
before his piercing gaze caught hers from across the room.
    I am yours.
    She hated him. She needed him. She couldn’t
navigate through the emotions.
    Deidre approached unbidden and stood before
him, wishing she understood him and their bond better. His black
eyes saw through her; his cold features were expressionless. He
scared her, and she touched him instinctively, wanting his cool
energy to help calm her emotions.
    “I’m sending you somewhere,” he told
her.
    “What? Where?”
    “On an emissary mission.”
    Surprised, she sought some sign he was
testing her or baiting her again.
    “You trust me to go somewhere without making
a deal you can’t live with?” she asked.
    “Clever,” he murmured. “You want
something.”
    “I won’t make any deals this trip if you
teach me how when I return.”
    He considered. “Two conditions. One, what I
teach you can never be shared. Two, there will be no official deals
between you and me. Private deals only.”
    “Ones that can’t be enforced, in case you
lose?” she challenged. “You think I’ll beat you eventually?”
    “Insurance,” he replied mockingly.
    She rolled her eyes at him and dropped her
hand.
    “You’ve gotten brave, love.”
    “You like a fight, don’t you?”
    The light in his eyes was response enough.
It made her heart race.
    “Deal or no?” he asked.
    “Deal.”
    “You’ll be taking a message from me to
them.”
    “Really?” She frowned. “What’s the
message?”
    “You