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want to talk anymore.”
    He set her on top of the counter, pressed her legs apart and stepped between them. “You said you wanted to talk. We’re going to talk.”
    “Talk about what? How to appease some kind of guilt seeing me again created in you? No, thank you. Just give me my necklace and let me go. You’re good at letting me go. I’m not Pack. I’m not a wolf. I can’t be pack. I can’t ever really bond with you. Just go bury your guilt in Serena and all will be better.”
    He laced his fingers in her hair, forced her to look at him. “I have never touched Serena, nor will I ever. My bed has been as icy as you’re being right now since you left. And if yours hasn’t been, I don’t suggest you tell me unless you want me to kill whoever the son-of-a-bitch was.”
    “I don’t understand you, Nico,” she whispered. “You sent me away. If this is some game, if it’s about the necklace, if it’s about some kind of magic you need, then please don’t do this to me. Please, just give me my necklace, let me leave. I’ll help you with any kind of magic you need. You have my word.”
    “I don’t play games. You know that . You know me like no one else does. If I needed something, I’d tell you; I’d be direct. And I care about that damnable necklace for one reason and one reason only. It’s tied to your life. Without it, you don’t exist and I won’t let that happen.”
    Tears gathered in her eyes, her fingers balling around his shirt. “You sent me away,” she repeated. “No matter what you say, it all comes back to that. You blamed me for Andres right along with your council, when I was trying to save lives, when they asked me to create the spell to bind the Red virus. When I was trying to give you back your father.”
    Nico inhaled on the memory he tried to forget. The pain of the father he’d worshipped becoming one of the few cases of a natural born wolf turning to a Red. Then being dealt the blow of his mother mating with his father’s best friend and moving out of the country.
    He covered Aylia’s hands with his. “I know you were trying to help me. I know and it matters more than I could tell you at the time. Right before I sent you away, I’d received reliable intel that Andres had put a price on my head. He had an assassin inside the Society, someone close to me, which we now know was Rebecca. I knew I had to get you out of here so you didn’t end up in the crossfire, dead by association, or simply to torture me. I also knew you wouldn't agree to leave; that you’d try to use your magic to catch the traitor. So I went to our King and we decided to use Andres as an excuse to get you out of here. But we also had to convince everyone, inside the Society and outside, that I was done with you, so that killing you served no purpose. It never crossed my mind, or the King’s, that Andres would think he could use the spell in the necklace.”
    Aylia stared at him, her jaw tense, the air thickening with anger. The tears he’d watched her battle overflowed down her cheeks, and she swiped at them. “Just let me out of here. I don’t want to be in this bathroom with you. I don’t want to be in this suite, or this hotel. Let me go. You just proved what I was saying. I have never belonged here. I was not, and never will be, part of your pack. And now I know I was kidding myself to think I was ever really a part of your life or you wouldn’t have kept all of this from me; and you damn sure wouldn’t have so easily sent me away. Besides, we both know you need a wolf to mate. I’m nothing more than a side distraction and I won’t be that anymore.”
    “Two hundred years and I have never mated, Aylia, and you know why? Because you were the one I was waiting on. You are my mate, I don’t give a damn what the biology of it is.” He pressed her hand to his heart. “You are my heart.”
    She shook her head. “No. No. Let me go, Nico .” She tried to scoot away from him, around him. He held her