bathroom.
“No,” Ath answered. “It’s a rune. It’s a word.”
“What does it say?” Scarlet leaned over the basin to get even closer to the mirror.
The women were quiet, so Scarlet turned to look at them. “What does it say?”
Ath was the one to answer her question. “It says, Archer of the Lycan .”
Scarlet felt her jaw unhinge as she was shocked into momentary silence. “How did it get there?”
“Archer put it there when you mated, silly.” Dani grinned. “Must have been really good, if you don’t remember him marking you,” she added.
Scarlet remembered him telling her to listen to him, that he had something important to say, but she’d been so mindless with need at that point, she didn’t pay much attention.
“Does this mean…”
“That you are Archer’s She ? Yes. You are mated to Archer of the Lycan.”
“And it explains the fever.” Angelica added from the doorway. “You will have to show her.”
“What do you mean, Angelica?”
The woman turned and walked out of the bathroom.
“What does she mean?”
“The phoenix sent to fetch you wasn’t using her brain.” Ath shook her head.
Scarlet was about to demand some answers when Ath spoke again. “A mated pair cannot be separated for long, or they will both deteriorate, getting ill to the point of death.”
“Unless the bond is broken, and it’s obvious that your bond to Archer is strong,” Kell interjected.
“So, what you are telling me is that I had a fever while I slept because I’m getting sick? And I’m getting sick because I’m separated from Archer?”
Ath nodded. “That’s exactly what we are saying. Seeing him in the rift helped a little, but we have a way that you can contact him and speak to him. That will stave off your illness a little longer.”
Scarlet’s heart sped up at the mention of being able to talk to Archer and for a moment, she forgot everything she’d just been told.
She wanted to speak to Archer so badly that her chest constricted with anticipation at the thought of being able to hear his voice. She wanted some explanations, too. Why had he lied to her about his She ? Why had he made her his mate without even asking her? He’d put her life in danger—no, screw that. He’d bound her to him without so much as a can I ? Her longing to talk to Archer morphed into anger at his high handedness. She belonged to no one. He’d had no right to mark her.
But you love him, so this is good.
Her inner voice had a point. Scarlet amended her anger to a mild pique. Okay, so she had the guy she was in love with, abs, that was good, but every girl wanted the fairytale or a proposal, at least? She was right to be angry, and he was going to spend a lot of time making it up to her. A lot of time.
“Calm down, Scarlet.”
Ath’s voice snapped like a rat trap in her ears. Scarlet looked down and saw her hands were aflame.
“Anger will do you no good now. It’s been done. I know you are the type of person who wants to have their own will, but the truth is, in our world, there is always someone trying to steal your will. You got lucky.”
“Lucky? How can you say I got lucky?” The fire climbed up her arms.
Ath stepped even closer to Scarlet and she was angry. “You found a Lycan male who cares enough to make you his. That means you are his to protect and he is yours to protect. We don’t have that luxury.”
Scarlet could see the tiniest flames peek from Ath’s fingertips.
“We get bred by whoever the council decrees will breed us. There is no love in our lives, and once our children are born, the council takes them away from us—all for the good of the race. So, to use one of your terms, suck it up, and deal with it, because you got lucky.” Ath stepped back and seemed to reach for her composure. She smoothed her robes with the palms of her hands and spoke again. “Now, did you want to speak to your Wolf , or would you rather sicken and die before we can get you back to
“No,” Ath answered. “It’s a rune. It’s a word.”
“What does it say?” Scarlet leaned over the basin to get even closer to the mirror.
The women were quiet, so Scarlet turned to look at them. “What does it say?”
Ath was the one to answer her question. “It says, Archer of the Lycan .”
Scarlet felt her jaw unhinge as she was shocked into momentary silence. “How did it get there?”
“Archer put it there when you mated, silly.” Dani grinned. “Must have been really good, if you don’t remember him marking you,” she added.
Scarlet remembered him telling her to listen to him, that he had something important to say, but she’d been so mindless with need at that point, she didn’t pay much attention.
“Does this mean…”
“That you are Archer’s She ? Yes. You are mated to Archer of the Lycan.”
“And it explains the fever.” Angelica added from the doorway. “You will have to show her.”
“What do you mean, Angelica?”
The woman turned and walked out of the bathroom.
“What does she mean?”
“The phoenix sent to fetch you wasn’t using her brain.” Ath shook her head.
Scarlet was about to demand some answers when Ath spoke again. “A mated pair cannot be separated for long, or they will both deteriorate, getting ill to the point of death.”
“Unless the bond is broken, and it’s obvious that your bond to Archer is strong,” Kell interjected.
“So, what you are telling me is that I had a fever while I slept because I’m getting sick? And I’m getting sick because I’m separated from Archer?”
Ath nodded. “That’s exactly what we are saying. Seeing him in the rift helped a little, but we have a way that you can contact him and speak to him. That will stave off your illness a little longer.”
Scarlet’s heart sped up at the mention of being able to talk to Archer and for a moment, she forgot everything she’d just been told.
She wanted to speak to Archer so badly that her chest constricted with anticipation at the thought of being able to hear his voice. She wanted some explanations, too. Why had he lied to her about his She ? Why had he made her his mate without even asking her? He’d put her life in danger—no, screw that. He’d bound her to him without so much as a can I ? Her longing to talk to Archer morphed into anger at his high handedness. She belonged to no one. He’d had no right to mark her.
But you love him, so this is good.
Her inner voice had a point. Scarlet amended her anger to a mild pique. Okay, so she had the guy she was in love with, abs, that was good, but every girl wanted the fairytale or a proposal, at least? She was right to be angry, and he was going to spend a lot of time making it up to her. A lot of time.
“Calm down, Scarlet.”
Ath’s voice snapped like a rat trap in her ears. Scarlet looked down and saw her hands were aflame.
“Anger will do you no good now. It’s been done. I know you are the type of person who wants to have their own will, but the truth is, in our world, there is always someone trying to steal your will. You got lucky.”
“Lucky? How can you say I got lucky?” The fire climbed up her arms.
Ath stepped even closer to Scarlet and she was angry. “You found a Lycan male who cares enough to make you his. That means you are his to protect and he is yours to protect. We don’t have that luxury.”
Scarlet could see the tiniest flames peek from Ath’s fingertips.
“We get bred by whoever the council decrees will breed us. There is no love in our lives, and once our children are born, the council takes them away from us—all for the good of the race. So, to use one of your terms, suck it up, and deal with it, because you got lucky.” Ath stepped back and seemed to reach for her composure. She smoothed her robes with the palms of her hands and spoke again. “Now, did you want to speak to your Wolf , or would you rather sicken and die before we can get you back to
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