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doomed no matter what, but my vision hasn’t shown me what would happen to her if you refused to complete the bond.”
“I do refuse. For one thing, I’m celibate. For another, I won’t take blood from anyone but the Source. And I’m not going to sentence her to death when there may be alternatives.”
Martha, practical as always, sighed. “I tried to say something at the ceremony, but no one listened, and the girl looked shell-shocked as it was. If you weren’t supposed to bond with her and mate with her, then why did you bring her all this way?”
“Because you told me to, goddamn it!” Michael snarled. “You didn’t tell me it would kill her.”
“I told you my vision said the only way we would vanquish Uriel was with the help of the Roman goddess of war, and that you needed to bond with her. Which means bond with her, Michael,” she said, a trace of annoyance in her usually soft voice. “It means have sex with her and take her blood.”
“We fuck and then she dies. No.”
“Her destiny will follow her. Perhaps that’s why I didn’t see her death before. It was only after she was brought here that the prophecy became clear. I firmly believe she will die on her twenty-fifth birthday no matter where she is, Michael, and there isn’t a thing you can do about it.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. She won’t die if the prophecy isn’t fulfilled, and I’m not touching her and bringing about her death. Tell me what your visions tell you.”
“It’s not that simple—”
“Tell me.” He didn’t raise his voice—he didn’t have to. When he used that tone, everyone obeyed.
“I see you bedding her and taking her blood, making the union complete. I see you training her with the others in the big room. I see you . . . cherishing her.” Martha’s voice shook a little bit at the words, as if she remembered her own grief. “And I see her falling beneath the sword on the blood-soaked beach. On her twenty-fifth birthday, twenty-six days from now. So it is foretold.”
There was an unhappy silence in the room. Finally Rachel spoke. “It’s unfortunate, Michael, but it must be done. It’s not like it’s a huge sacrifice on your part. You may have given up sex for who knows how long, but you must remember how to do it. And like everyone else here, you’re ridiculously gorgeous. All you have to do is be a little bit more charming—”
Azazel’s derisive laugh stopped her. “We’re talking about Michael here. He’s a warrior, love. He doesn’t understand charm.”
“He can learn it.”
“Not in one month’s time, trust me.”
“I’m not raping her,” Michael said flatly.
“Of course not,” Raziel said.
But Martha was still looking troubled. “You can’t afford to wait, my lord. You need to explain things to her.”
“And of course she’ll flop on her back and spread her legs.” He was brimming with fury. He had brought her here to watch her die. If he touched her. “It doesn’t matter. I refuse to take her blood.”
Allie looked at him without pity. “Look at it this way—she’ll be dead in no time and you won’t have to be inconvenienced by her.”
He pushed away from the table, pacing the room. “Go to hell, Allie. I told you I’m not doing it.”
Raziel froze in swift anger, then began to rise, but Allie simply tugged him back down. “Don’t pay any attention to him. He’s just having a temper tantrum.”
Michael stopped short. He had always pridedhimself on his self-control, and right at that moment he wanted to hit something. He quickly centered himself, taking a calming breath. “No,” he said again. “I brought her here, I married her. I’ll train her and look after her, but I’m not fucking her and I’m not taking her blood and bringing about her death. We aren’t death-takers anymore—Raziel broke that command. Besides, her blood would probably kill me.”
“She’s your mate,” Martha said. “It would make you
“I do refuse. For one thing, I’m celibate. For another, I won’t take blood from anyone but the Source. And I’m not going to sentence her to death when there may be alternatives.”
Martha, practical as always, sighed. “I tried to say something at the ceremony, but no one listened, and the girl looked shell-shocked as it was. If you weren’t supposed to bond with her and mate with her, then why did you bring her all this way?”
“Because you told me to, goddamn it!” Michael snarled. “You didn’t tell me it would kill her.”
“I told you my vision said the only way we would vanquish Uriel was with the help of the Roman goddess of war, and that you needed to bond with her. Which means bond with her, Michael,” she said, a trace of annoyance in her usually soft voice. “It means have sex with her and take her blood.”
“We fuck and then she dies. No.”
“Her destiny will follow her. Perhaps that’s why I didn’t see her death before. It was only after she was brought here that the prophecy became clear. I firmly believe she will die on her twenty-fifth birthday no matter where she is, Michael, and there isn’t a thing you can do about it.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. She won’t die if the prophecy isn’t fulfilled, and I’m not touching her and bringing about her death. Tell me what your visions tell you.”
“It’s not that simple—”
“Tell me.” He didn’t raise his voice—he didn’t have to. When he used that tone, everyone obeyed.
“I see you bedding her and taking her blood, making the union complete. I see you training her with the others in the big room. I see you . . . cherishing her.” Martha’s voice shook a little bit at the words, as if she remembered her own grief. “And I see her falling beneath the sword on the blood-soaked beach. On her twenty-fifth birthday, twenty-six days from now. So it is foretold.”
There was an unhappy silence in the room. Finally Rachel spoke. “It’s unfortunate, Michael, but it must be done. It’s not like it’s a huge sacrifice on your part. You may have given up sex for who knows how long, but you must remember how to do it. And like everyone else here, you’re ridiculously gorgeous. All you have to do is be a little bit more charming—”
Azazel’s derisive laugh stopped her. “We’re talking about Michael here. He’s a warrior, love. He doesn’t understand charm.”
“He can learn it.”
“Not in one month’s time, trust me.”
“I’m not raping her,” Michael said flatly.
“Of course not,” Raziel said.
But Martha was still looking troubled. “You can’t afford to wait, my lord. You need to explain things to her.”
“And of course she’ll flop on her back and spread her legs.” He was brimming with fury. He had brought her here to watch her die. If he touched her. “It doesn’t matter. I refuse to take her blood.”
Allie looked at him without pity. “Look at it this way—she’ll be dead in no time and you won’t have to be inconvenienced by her.”
He pushed away from the table, pacing the room. “Go to hell, Allie. I told you I’m not doing it.”
Raziel froze in swift anger, then began to rise, but Allie simply tugged him back down. “Don’t pay any attention to him. He’s just having a temper tantrum.”
Michael stopped short. He had always pridedhimself on his self-control, and right at that moment he wanted to hit something. He quickly centered himself, taking a calming breath. “No,” he said again. “I brought her here, I married her. I’ll train her and look after her, but I’m not fucking her and I’m not taking her blood and bringing about her death. We aren’t death-takers anymore—Raziel broke that command. Besides, her blood would probably kill me.”
“She’s your mate,” Martha said. “It would make you
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