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“What do you mean only four?” I ask, sitting up and peering over Dragus’s shoulder at him.

“Well Marian, Abigail, and her family.”

Well technically two because they weren’t really Fae, I think to myself.

“You said you have come across them, how can there be only four?”

Silas stares at me and for a second, I think I see guilt flash across his eyes. He presses his lips together.

“You killed every single one you found, didn’t you?”

“Does it matter? It is done now; I can’t change what I already did,” Silas states.

“Can I ask what you have against Witches?” I ask curiously. Silas eyes snap to me, and I can feel Matitus’s eyes boring into my back. Dragus tugs me back down, wrapping his arm across my waist.

“Why do you want to know about Witches?” Dragus asks.

“I don’t, I just want to know why you hate them,” I lie, one thing I liked about having magic was that I could now keep things from them. It was such a struggle to grow up without the ability to lie or always trying to answer without lying and without answering if that makes sense.

“Witches were the ones who helped Blaire find the curse; it was one of their spells,” Silas tells me.

“You blame them for what Fae did?” I ask.

“Yes, they knew what she wanted it for, and they still gave it to her,” Silas says.

Yawning, I ask another. “So, Blaire was my great grandmother, and she cursed you for being her mates?”

“No, she cursed us because I killed her husband,” Silas says with a growl.

“Why?”

“Because she rejected us, Elora. Okay now, drop the subject.”

“So, because she didn’t want to give up her husband for you, you killed her?” I ask, shocked. That’s horrible. It’s one thing to have a mate, let alone three and to top it off to already have a family with someone else and be expected to just throw them away because some strangers claim to be your mates. “So, what happened to Blaire?”

Silas doesn’t answer, just rolls over, ignoring my question. Yawning, I close my eyes, giving up on getting answers, and I feel Dragus pull the blanket up. Finally, I give into exhaustion.

Tossing and turning all night until something wakes me, heat pulling me from my slumber as I toss the blanket off.

“Stop moving,” Dragus growls half asleep. My entire body feels restless, and I can’t stop wriggling. My whole body is heating from my toes, creeping up my legs making me kick them, my clothes feeling uncomfortable as I try to remove them. Matitus moves, rolling into me and sparks fly over my body in a wave, making me moan loudly, and my toes curl. I feel him freeze, hearing Dragus sniff the air and freeze as well.

“Get them off, get them off,” I scream, clawing at my shirt that felt like it was suffocating me. Silas groans, flicking the light on and I squint, the light burning my eyes as I rub them, trying to stop the blinding light that is irritating them. Silas dims the light by putting a shirt over the lamp beside him.

Both Matitus and Dragus are frozen still. Silas looks over worried, and he growls. Just the sound of it washing over me makes arousal flood me, confusing me. “Shit,” I hear him snap, making my gaze dart to him. Everything feels heightened and my skin feels so sensitive to touch.

“Don’t move, Elora,” Silas says, confusing me.

I glance at Dragus and gasp at his now pitch-black eyes, turning my head to see Matitus’s glowing dangerously. I feel sick to my stomach with dread. A moment later, another wave of whatever this weird heat is washes over me. I moan loudly as tingles spread over my body and I’m suddenly yanked from the bed.

Dragus growls loudly, but all I can think of is Silas’s skin touching me, relieving the sensation. Wrapping my legs around him, I press closer to him, sighing in relief from the feel of his skin.

Feeling him move, I moan, rubbing myself against him, making him groan loudly. “Elora, stop or they may attack you,” Silas growls at me, his grip tightening.

“What?” I murmur, confused but also not caring because all I can think about is touching him.

“You are in heat, so I suggest you stop rubbing against me,” Silas says, walking into the bathroom. He locks the door, flicking the shower on. I hear growling in the bedroom then the sounds of moaning which make me moan. Feeling their arousal wash over me, I try to get down from Silas, wanting to go to them. Silas’s grip tightens on me.

“You are making this harder on me, little one. Stop wiggling, my self-control isn’t that good.”