Olivia folded her arms across her chest. â€œYour enemy could have killed you rather than dump you at my door. I still donâ€™t get why you havenâ€™t just killed him before. Youâ€™ve been at war for four thousand years. There must have been opportunities.â€
â€œI almost succeeded once.â€ He began pacing again, long strides eating up the stone floor with ease. The man couldnâ€™t keep still whenever he felt agitated and watching him pace only served to agitate her. It showed off his body in far too good a light and gave her a terrible excuse to stare. â€œI came close to killing Vailâ€™s kiâ€™ara… it would have given me a chance to capture him.â€
Olivia didnâ€™t miss that he had said capture him. Not kill him. Now she knew why they had been fighting for so long. The prince couldnâ€™t bring himself to kill this psychopath. Why not?
â€œWhatâ€™s a kiâ€™ara?â€ She figured it was safer than probing about his reasons for not killing his enemy.
He glanced across at her. â€œIt is our term for our fated female… our eternal mate. You are my kiâ€™ara. The dark witch named Kordula is Vailâ€™s kiâ€™ara.â€
So his enemy was another elf, and he had a fated female too, and the prince had tried to kill her.
â€œDo you get like a harem of them… or is it a one-time deal?â€ She hoped he didnâ€™t say that each elf only got one kiâ€™ara, but the solemn edge to his purple eyes warned that he was going to shatter that hope the moment he spoke.
â€œWe have one fated female.â€ He looked away from her again, his head lowered now, his focus on his knee-high black boots.
Whatever this kiâ€™ara thing was, she had the impression that elves placed a lot of value on it and it wasnâ€™t something they gave up lightly. She couldnâ€™t imagine having just one shot at true love. The prince was five thousand years old and now he had found his kiâ€™ara, in her, and he didnâ€™t need to say it aloud for her to know that he was thinking about giving her up. He didnâ€™t act or look like a man who was happy to have found his soul mate and was going to fight to keep her.
â€œWhat happened with Vail and his kiâ€™ara?â€ Olivia said and he stopped pacing, his gaze on the floor and his eyes widening.
He frowned and spat out what she could imagine was a vile curse.
â€œI am a fool. I have been looking at this all wrong.â€ He threw his head back and growled, his fangs sharp and ears pointed again. â€œVail will seek you out and torture you to drive me to the brink. He is seeking revenge and desires me to suffer as he had. He will use you to hurt me.â€
Oliviaâ€™s blood chilled to sub-zero temperatures and she stared at him, struggling to get past the part about this madman torturing her.
She managed to reach the end of what he said and realised that what he had told her earlier hadnâ€™t been something romantic or noble at all. He had meant it literally. If someone hurt her, then he would feel it. He would share her pain.
Olivia couldnâ€™t comprehend that. It was too much. She couldnâ€™t breathe as the weight of it pressed down on her and the thought of being tortured closed her throat. Her head spun, the room viciously turning with it.
â€œCalm yourself!â€ he bellowed, a dark commanding snarl.
No. She was damned well going to have herself a major panic attack and he could damned well deal with it. She was sure that a panicking woman wasnâ€™t on his list of things he enjoyed dealing with, but he had just announced that someone was out to torture her and considering this man had beaten the crap out of the prince, she felt her demise at his hands was somewhat inevitable.
â€œFemale,â€ the prince gritted out and Olivia tried to focus on him.
He wobbled into focus and she frowned when she saw he was clutching his chest and was paler than ever, on the verge of collapse too.
Oh my God. He didnâ€™t only share her pain.
His knees gave out, sending him crashing to the floor, and he whipped out a vicious curse in English this time, his handsome face contorting, revealing how much he despised what was happening to him. Olivia rushed to him and crouched before him. He inhaled hard, his shoulders heaving with each breath, struggling for air just as she had been a moment ago. She laid her hand on his shoulder. He was shaking like a leaf.
Olivia ran her hand along his jaw and lifted his chin, and studied his eyes. She tilted his head towards the light and away, monitoring the responsiveness of his pupils.
â€œWhatâ€™s wrong?â€ She checked his pulse, pressing her fingers against his neck. It was fast, far quicker than it had been when sheâ€™d had him hooked up to the machines in the lab.
She dropped her hand away.
It matched hers.
â€œNot used to the pace,â€ he ground out. He was talking about his heartbeat. Her heartbeat. She swallowed, stunned by the reality before her.
The bond between them was so deep that it affected him physically. It linked them right down to their hearts.
He sat back in front of her and drew in slow breaths and her eyes widened when her pulse began to slow. He was the one making it happen.
Olivia tried to help him, seeking calm amongst the raging storm of her feelings, but it was hard. She was in a strange environment, felt threatened and overwhelmed, and someone was out to torture her. Just thinking about that had her pulse picking up again.
â€œCalm yourself.â€ He was back to commanding her again.
â€œIâ€™m trying… itâ€™s… I canâ€™t… itâ€™s too much.â€ Oliviaâ€™s panic spiked, her hand shaking against his face.
He looked deep into her eyes and then she was in his arms, held close to him, and they were kneeling together on the floor.
Familiar scents swirled around her and she instantly felt more relaxed. â€œWhat did you do?â€
He drew back from her and she found that he had taken her home and they were kneeling in the middle of her small living room on the cream carpet, between the beige sofa and the TV.
The prince brushed cool fingers across her brow. â€œYou feel better now.â€
She nodded, her heart levelling out again, the soft feel of the carpet beneath her knees and the familiar surroundings making her feel comforted and safe.
â€œI cannot remain here… and that means you cannot either… but I will not rush you,â€ he said in a low voice, one laced with a solemn note.
She appreciated that because she could see how difficult this was for him. He was a man used to issuing orders and having someone instantly obey. He was a man unused to having a weakness and she knew that was what she was. She didnâ€™t want this bond between them either. She wanted it undone or broken or just gone somehow. She didnâ€™t care how.
â€œIs there a way to undo it?â€ she whispered, afraid to hope that there was.
â€œIt is possible it may fade if we do not complete it. I will have my men look into it and we will know soon enough if it is possible to break the bond. If it is possible, you will be free to go.â€
She didnâ€™t like the sound of that. â€œAnd if it isnâ€™t?â€
â€œIf it is not possible, then my only choice will be to complete the bond. Completing the bond will restore my strength, because it will make you immortal, stronger.â€ He held her gaze, unflinching as she glared at him, thinking about giving him another piece of her mind. â€œYou must understand… I must defeat my enemy and to do that, I need to regain my strength, whether that is through breaking or completing our bond.â€
In other words, she wasnâ€™t getting a choice. He was just going to make that decision for her.
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Kissed by a Dark Prince
Olivia thinks itâ€™s her lucky night when a dangerously handsome unconscious fae ends up on her inspection table. Heâ€™s her chance to redeem herself with her employer, the demon-hunting organisation, Archangel. But when the tall, dark and deadly immortal warrior awakes, she gets much more than she bargained forâ€¦
Attacked by his enemy in the elf kingdom, the last thing Prince Loren expects when he comes around is a beautiful angel watching over him and medical technology of the mortal realm. Hazy from his injuries, all he can focus on is the pulse ticking in her throat and the sweet allure of her blood.
One single bite reveals she is his eternal mate, triggering a bond between them that will leave him weakened until it is completedâ€¦ or broken, and pulling Olivia into the crossfire of his ancient feud.
To protect his people and his mate from the machinations of a madman, Loren must risk everything by working with Olivia at Archangel to find a way to break the bond blossoming between them.
But will Loren be strong enough to place duty before desire and give up the one thing he has waited millennia for and craves above all othersâ€”his eternal mate? And will Olivia be able to resist the incredible heat that burns between them and the temptation of her dark princeâ€™s kiss?
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