Warrior (Princesses of Myth #2)

Her gaze narrowed with precision. “Are you sure? I believe my mother would have mentioned there being two of us.”


“Our mother isn’t aware I live. I was born with a heart blockage and after our birth, I died. Alexo took me home to Dralion. His intention was to bury me on home soil, although because of the teleportation jump, my heart restarted. It was unexpected.”

Her gaze now held more interest and less suspicion. “You’re saying you grew up in Dralion? Oh my.” Her breath caught and she fluttered her hands at her sides. “You’re that Hope. Alexo once mentioned he had a sister named Goldie who was currently off-world caring for another family member named Hope. Australia, I think he said. Why did he not tell me exactly who you were?”

Dad had hinted at my existence? My heart lightened. “He had his reasons.”

“Why didn’t Alexo return with you, since you lived?”

“You believe me?”

“It’s a little hard not to with you standing right before me. So, why didn’t he return with you?”

“Dad was worried about what another jump would do, so he called in the healers and Donaldo was informed. Dad’s actions at that point were impossible to reverse. Kate’s safety had to come first.”

“The mated bond thing. I have that maddening relationship with Davio. I can’t bring any harm to him, which right now, sucks.” She eyed him. “Why’d you attempt to prevent my return? You knew she was here, huh?” It was not a good sounding huh.

He took her hands in his, squeezing them. “Hope requested through Silas the two of you not yet meet. I withheld only for that reason.”

“What the heck does Silas have to do with this?” Her gaze swung to Silas’s, slitting with deadly intent. “What have you done?”

“Hope is my mate,” he stated and placed a hand on my shoulder. “I’ve done nothing but accept the bond.”

Faith’s gaze pinged to his hand. “You’re mated...to my sister?” She took one-step forward, her hands twitching at her sides. “Get your hands off her. I don’t know her, but I already know I don’t like you touching her.”

“We are soul-bound. Touch is expected.”

“I don’t care. Hands. Off. Her. Now.”

“I only have the one hand on her, but if you’d prefer I can make it two.”

She took another step forward, a very menacing one. “I want to hurt you, Silas. You’ve now given me the best reason to.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Was he egging her on?

At an intense moment like this?

He tucked me in closer to his side and her face went bull-fighting red.

Oh, he was.

Silas had said they didn’t get along, and now I believed.

I cleared my throat. “Silas, you have to behave.”

“No, I don’t.”

My hair whooshed across my face as Faith rammed into him.

She pinned him to the floor, one knee pressed into his belly and her elbow against his windpipe. “She asked you not to touch her. I have the battle skills, don’t forget. I like to fight.”

“She said for me to behave.”

“Same thing.”

“Let me up.”

“You’ve been hiding her. My own sister. From me.”

“Wincrest requested it of her. She obliged him, and so did I.”

“Since when did you start doing something a Wincrest said to do?” Dropping her elbow deeper, she scowled. “Damn it, and what’s wrong with me? I feel incredibly connected to her.”

Loveria wandered across and sat on the padded seat under the window. “It’s the blood-bond. The ties between you and your sister will be as strong as those between us as mates, only I hold your soul.” He eased his legs out and idly crossed them at the ankles. “This is refreshing to see, Silas. I think this is called retribution.”

Silas gawked about the room. “Does no one want to help me out here?”

A chorus of nos came from Zac, Viv and Belle.

Teeth clenched, Faith snorted at him. “I want to kill you and that thought isn’t going anywhere. It doesn’t help she looks like me. It gave me the creepies when you touched her.”

Silvie huffed. “Faith, you’ve gotta let Silas go. He’ll behave. I’ll make sure he does.”

“I have a twin, Silvie.”

“It’s a shock. I know.” She tugged her up. “Everyone, to the table. This little display is over.”

“But a sister?” Faith’s gaze jumped between Silvie and me. “I’ve always wanted a sister. This is unreal.”

Silvie pulled out a chair and plunked her in it. “Now you have one. Ask her some questions. It’ll take your mind off wanting to hurt Silas, and me, since I withheld too.”

“You withheld?”

“Silas did first. He told me to.”

“Thanks, sis. Dump me in it a little further, why don’t you.” Silas smoothed out the collar of his shirt then tucked his loose tails in and guided me to my seat. “You still really want a sister? I forgot to mention, they’re a pain in the butt.”