"I've got some questions for you, old friend," Severyn said.
What the hell is even going on? Severyn is mated to Phoenix? I'm mated to Bexley? Are The Fates that cruel to Cyprian? Haven't they done enough to him? What are they trying to do now? Rip everything from him?
Fu.ck. This is fu.cked. Cyprian is going to hate us.
"I probably can't answer them," I replied honestly.
"So, you're telling me you didn't run to Selene the moment you realized the other one was your mate?" he asked.
"How did you know Bexley and I are mates? Just because I smell like her?" I shot out.
Severyn chuckled.
"Well, I had a sneaking suspicion, but you just confirmed it," he replied. "But you don't just smell like her, my friend, you fu.cking reek. Like se.x and... is that cinnamon?"
"Stop sniffing me," I co
