Because they’re related?
Ugh, gross. Gross, gross, gross!I tried to shove him off me, but the male remained heavy on top of me, his hands on my hips.
Something jolted inside my head, my mate bonds screaming in fury.
I tried to latch onto them, to unlock the spell, but those blistering ends threatened to singe my mind—and the minds of my mates—in the process.
A tremble worked down my spine, my mouth responding to the familiar kiss while my body rebelled.
Why is he kissing me?I wondered, my brow furrowing. Constantine had no reason to do this. Sure, he could evoke confusion in this manner… but he’d already been succeeding in that before touching me.
He also hadn’t fought back when he could have easily blocked my spell. No. Constantine would have blocked my spell.
So why let me hit him? Why kiss me afterward?
Unless…
Unless this wasn’t Constantine at all, but Kols.
I blinked.
No.
He sounds like Constantine.
But I couldn’t see him.
Who do you think I am?he’d asked twice. And he’d called me princess. Constantine referred to me as an abomination and future dead one.
Kols often called me princess.
Which Constantine would know if he’d somehow tapped into the history of our bond. Was that possible? I had no idea. But I didn’t know anything about Midnight Fae or how the ascension and bloodlines worked.
However, Kols did.
I bit his tongue, drawing a low rumble from his chest. “Aflora,” he growled.
“Stop,” I demanded.
“Try to blast me with another spell and I’ll kiss you again,” he warned. “I know we don’t have time for it, but that fucking hurt, Aflora. And I can’t exactly hit you back.”
Constantine would be able to retaliate. Unless he was playing another trick on me.
I tried to make out the features of his face, but they were masked behind a curtain of black.
“Can you see me?” I wondered out loud.
“Can I see you?” he repeated. “Of course I can fucking see you.”
I tried to find his mouth, then his eyes. I knew where they should be, but couldn’t make out the details. “You’re shadowy and dark.”
“What?”
“I can’t see you,” I explained, reaching up to touch his face. He still sounded like Constantine. However… he didn’t feel like Constantine. Not that I really knew what the Elder felt like, but I didn’t sense him in this shadow figure.
It could be a ploy.
Or the ploy could be making me think this was Constantine.