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living room, noting that the blinds were open even though it was broad daylight. The wide glass panel of the slider was specially tinted though, so no sun reached Alexa’s skin. He would have bet that Bliss’ brother never opened the blinds.
    Max flopped down on his favorite chair and put his feet on the coffee table. Alexa sat on the sofa across from him. “Does Bliss let you do that?” she joked.
    “Umn, no. But she likes her coffee table. You don’t like yours,” he pointed out.
    Alexa chuckled, the sound rich and full of amusement. “I can’t get one I like. Putting your feet up on my coffee table is such a habit that you’d forget and put them on the new table.”
    When Max didn’t reply right away, she eyed him thoughtfully. Before he could open his mouth to explain things, she said, “Three weeks is a long time for you to hang out with a woman, Maximilian, my friend. Do you want to tell me something?”
    Max squirmed in his seat. Alexa was smart. Smarter than him by a longshot. He should have known better than to leave things so long.
    “Yeah, I guess I do,” he sighed, running a restless hand through his hair. “Bliss is my mate.”
    No sooner than the stark words left his mouth than he wished he could take them back, because Alexa’s face became impassive.
    “I figured as much,” she said coolly. “You’ve been really into her. I’ve never seen you this way about a woman before.”
    “Holy hell, I’ve never felt this way before. It’s amazing and fucking scary as shit,” he muttered, eyeing her carefully, watching for some sign that his admission hurt her.
    She sat motionless on the sofa, her big violet eyes watching him intently. “Did you bond with her yet?”
    Max shook his head. Why the hell did she have to be so calm? It freaked him the fuck out.
    “Why not?”
    He stared at her, aghast. He couldn’t believe she would ask him such a question. He leaned forward, his elbows on his jean clad knees. “Alexa, how can you ask me that after what happened to you?” he said urgently. “After what happened to Bliss’ brother?”
    A fleeting expression of abhorrence crossed her piquant face. “Do not compare me to that idiot with a death wish,” she replied, her voice stony with dislike. “Everyone knows he’s trying to kill himself, the asshole. He has a family, people who care about him, yet he pulls that bullshit. He’s a moron. If I had siblings who loved me, I would be grateful for what the gods had given me. I was fucking left alone, and I’m not trying to die. He has so much more than I do, yet he’s a stupid ass about life.”
    Alexa’s opinion of Olivier Wilde made Max’s brows shoot up to his hairline. Until that day at Butcher’s Block when Marty had mentioned it, he and Alexa hadn’t even known who Olivier Wilde was. Now, Alexa apparently knew all about Bliss’ brother. It seemed that Marty was a lot smarter than Max gave him credit for.
    “If something happens to me, I don’t want Bliss to die,” he told Alexa.
    She rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t be an ass, Maxie,” she said scornfully. “While it’s true that Acerbians who lose their mates face a horrific death by starvation, it’s not always as bad as you think. In every case but mine and that asshole’s, when a vampire’s mate dies, the vampire accepts starvation because it allows them to join their mates in the Afterworld. If something happened to you, I’m sure Bliss would rather go to the Afterworld with you rather than be left behind.”
    Max stared at Alexa. How was it that Alexa and Olivier hadn’t been given the option to go to the Afterlife with their bloodmates? Olivier had fallen into a coma. Bliss thought that Alexa must have done the same. Perhaps the fact that they’d been conscious had kept them from following their spouses into the other realm. By the time they woke up, no longer starving, it was too late.
    Alexa’s cool words cut into his reverie. “Just fucking bond with her