“You are his brethren?” I asked Sebastian, though I couldn’t see him. Simply yearning to speak to him.
Desperately wanting some answers.
I was grateful for where Mardichi stood though.
And his soothing touch.
Because it seemed the longer I couldn’t see Sebastian, the less I felt that intoxicating dizziness that had me staring at him like a dumb animal.
“I am.” Bast answered anyway. “Has he tried to convince you he’s the worst manner of beast, yet?”
That’s putting it mildly.
He bit me.
I looked up at Mardichi, searching his face. “Yes.”
Mardichi blinked slowly down at me.
“Don’t fall for it.” Bast said. “He’s a far better man than he’d have you believing.”
“Shh.” Mardichi said to him, without looking away from me. His full lips jutting to make the sound. Almost lending it
