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“I will do it, just leave her be,” I tell him. “She has done nothing, please. You promised you wouldn’t hurt her.”

“That was when I didn’t know what she is, Elora,” he snarls angrily, making goosebumps rise on my skin. He lets me go, and I cover her, trying to stop him from what he is about to do. Matitus yanks him back just as he goes to grab her.

“You promised her,” Matitus tells him, I can see he doesn’t care. Silas shoves him back, reaching for her again, and I scream, clenching my eyes shut. I can’t witness this, couldn’t watch him kill my friend.

“What if she can help,” Dragus asks, making my eyes fly open. Silas stops, his hand outstretched, about to grab her. When something seems to register within him. He stands, looking toward Dragus.

“What do you mean?”

“Elora doesn’t know how to use her magic. Abigail might be able to help, better having three Fae to help break the curse then Elora and Marian trying to figure it out by themselves,” Dragus argues. Silas glances down at us and I can tell he wants to kill her. I can’t understand what his anger is against the Fae, but one thing I know is he hates Witches more than the Fae. Literally burned them alive after the Great War. I don’t understand why but I know nothing Dragus would have said would have helped if I blurted out, she was a Witch. I know that’s why Abigail is willing to die, so she can save her daughter.

“I find out you’re lying, Elora, that either of you are lying, and I will kill her and make you watch. Then I will make you kill her daughter and mother, understand?” he says, and I nod, worried I just dug us a bigger hole.

Matitus steps forward, picking up Abigail. He bites into his wrist. Silas growls but doesn’t stop him when he presses his wrist to Abigail’s lips. Abbie heals in front of my eyes and her eyes flutter open. Racing to her side, I stare at her, her eyes shooting to mine.

“I had to tell them, Abbie, I had to tell them you’re a Fae.”

Her eyes panicky when it registers what I told her and she nods. I sigh, relieved she understood despite nearly dying seconds ago.

“Take her to her room,” Silas tells Matitus who nods. I go to follow, when Silas grabs my arm, pulling me back.

“Now which one of our mates healed you, and how did you get out of the chains?”

Matitus stops on the stairs. “She isn’t just your mate, Silas, and I won’t watch her suffer at your hands anymore,” he growls, continuing up the stairs with Abigail.

“Did you break out of them or did Dragus let you out?” he asks, looking at Dragus. Dragus raises his hand guiltily.

“So, you all think it is okay to go against me?” he questions angrily, his grip tightening.

“No one wants to go against you Silas, we just want her,” Dragus answers.

“And you think I don’t?” he asks, glaring at Dragus.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” I mutter, making his eyes snap to mine. He pulls me to him, his face going in the crook of my neck as he inhales my scent.

“If I didn’t want you, little one, you would have been dead the moment you spoke back to me,” he growls softly, his tongue licking my mark, making me moan.

Fucking stupid mate bond, making me all hot and flustered. I don’t know how creatures think mates are a blessing—having unnatural reactions to your mates when you’re mad at them.

Silas chuckles, removing his face from my neck. His hand grabs mine, jerking it toward his crotch.

“Does that feel like I don’t want you?” he questions as I feel his erection under my hand.

I jerk my hand back, turning on my heel and stomping up the steps. I can hear Silas laughing. The only thing coming to mind is that he is a psychopath—one minute nice and playful, the next angry and homicidal.

I chase after Matitus as he places Abigail on her bed. I trot down the corridor and go into the kitchen, retrieving some leftover soup from the fridge. Matitus walks in while I place it in a pot on the stove.

“Hungry, little one?” he asks, I shake my head.

“No, I’m making it for Abigail,” I tell him, grabbing a tray and a bowl. I sit on the counter, waiting for the pot to heat up. Matitus moves between my legs.

“Thank you for helping Abigail,” I tell him, and he looks away guiltily.

“What?” I ask, confused by his reaction.

“I went to Abigail’s to find her family for Silas,” he says, and I shove him away.

“You were going to help him, and what would you have done if they were home?” I ask, disgusted that he would use her family against her after promising he wouldn’t.