He has a good reason. I know it.
Suddenly, Senan halts, whispers, “You didn’t see me,” and drops to the floor to shimmy beneath the bed.
The door flies open, slamming against the far wall, and a second man darts inside.
Same high cheekbones. Same strong jaw. Same silver eyes. He could’ve been Senan’s twin but for the lack of tattoos and the long black hair tied back with a leather queue.
The man snaps his fingers at me. “You there.”
Should I respond? I’m supposed to be invisible, but holding a conversation with someone who is clearly a member of the royal family is decidedlynotinvisible.
I settle on bobbing my head.
“Did anyone come into this room just now?” the man demands.
I shake my head, holding my breath when the man lets out a vicious curse. His stomps retreat, and he slams the door behind him.
“He appears to be in quite a sour mood today,” Senan drawls from beneath the bed in the same voice that used to whisper dark, secret promises against my bare skin.
Stars, I’ve missed his voice.
His left hand appears from beneath the bed, the wordLOVEinked upon his knuckles. “Can you help me out? My legs appear to have fallen asleep.”
I take a fortifying breath and reach for him with a gloved hand. When his fingers clasp mine, heat surges through my veins. I’d forgotten the sheer force of this mating bond. Even with the gloves, its power is impossible to deny.
Senan manages to extricate himself from beneath the bed. His white shirt rides up, revealing the ridges of his abdomen swathed in more ink. How many tattoos does he have? I cannot wait to tear him out of those clothes and trace each and every one. First with my fingers and then with my lips.
He stares up at me from the floor, his brow furrowed. “Thank you.”
I try to say, “You’re welcome,” but what comes out is more garbled, and now I sound like a total dolt. Clearing my throat doesn’t help either.
Senan’s head tilts, his gaze falling to where my hands clench in front of me as he drags himself out the rest of the way and stands. Stars, he is even taller than I remember.
“What is your name?” he asks, dusting bits of fluff from his black trousers.
It’s me.The woman you love. Your mate. I open my mouth to tell him just that when the door swings wide.
A stunning young woman with violet hair that reaches all the way to her trim waist saunters into the room. Never in my life have I seen skin so flawless. “Senan, my love. What are you doing in here?” she asks with a coy smile. “We have a meeting with Minister Donnell about our wedding.”
Their…wedding?
That means?—
Oh, no.OH, NO. The truth crashes like that waterfall in the cave, drowning me where I stand. This woman must be the Princess of Nimbiss—Senan’s betrothed.
And she is quite literallyperfect.
I may not know the reason Senan abandoned me in the human realm in the first place, but there is no denying why he never came back.
He obviously met this woman and forgot I ever existed.
I glance down at the palm of his left hand only to find no sign of a scar at all.
Somehow, he has managed to erase a bond that is supposed to exist for eternity.
The princess saunters across the room to press her mouth to my mate’s stubbled cheek.
I’m going to kill her.