My Elite Blood mate remained quiet for another moment, making me wonder if I’d been wrong, if this had all been a trick, but that pulse inside me throbbed with knowledge. Earth mate. Midnight Fae mate. My Kolstov. My prince.
Kols wasn’t known for his hesitation. He thought through his options and acted.
But this was a surreal situation.
He’d almost died.
He’d felt his familiar’s death.
It was on him to trust his own soul.
My eyes widened. “That’s it,” I breathed. “Trust.”
“What?”
“You need to call for Night.” Because it would prove he trusted in himself… because I trusted in him. “You need to trust him to find you.” I pressed my palm to his chest, my opposite hand still holding his. “He’s here. I know he’s here. Call for him so he can help us find our way out of here.”
I felt the rightness of this path to my very soul.
Kols said this was about trusting my instincts and trusting my mates.
And now I just needed my Elite Blood mate to trust me.
The full circle.
A complete trial.
With only one path forward.
It was Kols’s turn to choose.