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“Do I?”
Julian’s gaze shifted to Titus for the briefest moment. Titus didn’t notice, as Sunny had his attention fully locked.
“Yeah, I know the reason you tell yourself.” My gaze darted toward Titus to show I knew exactly what he was talking about. “But that doesn’t mean you were justified in doing so.”
Protecting me from Titus and his strict policy against making vampires by expediting the mate bond was understandable. Giving me his blood without my knowledge and with no understanding of what it meant was unforgivable.
“You fucking roofied me.”
Julian clutched at his chest, face ashen, lips devoid of color. And if I hadn’t been holding Sunny, I would have grabbed at my own chest. Every muscle constricted, lungs squeezed, heart slowed.
“No,” he whispered as the ephemeral link between us snapped, all traces of it gone.
Julian’s mouth gaped, fingers squeezing the front of his shirt.
The nothingness, the space where that bond had been, sucked at my soul, my bones, pulling everything that was me toward it.
But I stood tall despite the void trying to devour me, holding my lifeless friend, certain of my decision.
Titus’s head snapped up, taking both Julian and me in. His next words came quietly, carefully measured. “I have a proposal.” His gaze gleamed as he stepped forward, making a tight triangle between the three of us. Well, four of us, but since Sunny was dead in my arms, she kind of didn’t count.
“You clearly care about Sunsiray, and since you’re unwilling to leave her side, why don’t you come with me to my tower.”
A frosty chill ran down my back at the mere thought.
Titus’s tower?
Absolutely not. He’d figure out I was a made vamp in no time.
“You can oversee her transition, as you seem to be interested in doing so, and I can make sure my mate is safe from—”
Julian’s warning rumble telegraphed his next words. “No way in hell, Titus! Eden isn’t going anywhere near your tower.”
Titus smiled at Julian’s show of bravado. “It seems to me you have little say in the matter, old friend.”
A bit of my cheek made its way between my teeth as I stared at the two kings.
My gaze fell on Sunny.
Titus wasn’t backing down.
And Julian… Well, he could go suck on a dirty bar rag for all his opinion counted.
I couldn’t let Sunny wake up in that tower alone.
Or worse.
With Titus hovering over her, all moon-eyed and veiny.
I stared into Titus’s raw blue eyes. “Deal,” I said, voice far too sure, far stronger than I felt.
“You can’t,” Julian whispered. It wasn’t a command or a kingly order. It was a plea. “Eden, you can’t. Please.”
I met Julian’s gaze and forced myself not to react to the wild fear running free in his gaze. Forced myself not to puke the acid collecting in the back of my throat.
“Watch me.”