The demon narrowed his eyes. “You dreamed a memory of mine, didn’t you? I can guess which one.” His face flushed, even as his eyes filled with bitterness.
Mirceo wanted to say, Your memories have nothing to do with what I’m experiencing. But that might be a lie. When he thought of how those demons had mistreated his young mate, his insanity only seemed to peak.
“No denial. So you have dreamed my memories. And you’re saying they aren’t affecting you?”
“They are. Just not the way you assume.” Mirceo couldn’t untangle his thoughts. This strangling sensation wouldn’t relent. He pinched his temples, fearing he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. “I-I haven’t made any decisions or anything.”
“That’s worse! After last night, how could you decide on anything other than more?”
“Do you think I want to feel like this?” His emotions weren’t just strangling Mirceo, they were breaking over him like a tsunami and crushing him. Drowning him. “What is this? Tell me!” Mirceo hadn’t lost interest—just the opposite. He wanted this male even more desperately than before. “Help me, Caspion. Please. Because I think . . . I think I’m losing my mind.”
“You’re panicked because you don’t want your hedonistic life to change.” Caspion scrubbed a hand over his face. “I’ve no one to blame but myself. I’m an idiot for trusting you. I know your faults—and I saw this coming.”
That pissed Mirceo off. I never saw it coming. “That’s not why I’m unraveling. You keep saying you know me, but maybe you don’t.” His head had begun to ache, a low throbbing over his brow.
“Bullshit!” Caspion pointed his forefinger at him. “I know you better than you know yourself.”
The pain in Mirceo’s head provoked his own anger. “You only think you do, demon. I have secrets.”
“Such as?”
“The first night we met, I led you to believe we’d be nothing more than friends, but I was already plotting to fuck you.”
“And now you have fucked me,” Caspion said without shame.
Might as well do this now. “My friends wagered whether I could seduce the proud demon warrior—the conquest of all conquests.”
“Friends? Those sycophants? We are friends, Mirceo. They are parasites. Is that the life you’re in a hurry to get back to?”
“No!” Return to that superficial, dissolute world? Mirceo would rather live in that dismal cave with Caspion and fight Wendigos his whole life. So why am I losing my mind right now? “I just need to—to think about things for a time.”
“You were supposed to think about things before we did this. What’s done is done, vampire. And—as I warned you repeatedly—it can’t be undone.” His gaze rose to Mirceo’s neck.
“Your mark.” Mirceo’s skin had healed, but demons would still be able to see it.
“You’ll wear it forever. Does that panic you?”
“No, but something does.” He felt as if he was about to vomit all the blood he’d taken last night.
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“An endless supply of new partners will grow stale in time,” Cas said. In a few centuries, once Mirceo figured out how meaningless his existence was, the vampire would attempt to find his mate. But I’ll be done. He could never get over Mirceo’s infidelity. The jealousy would eat him alive. “You will wish for a life with me, and I won’t take you back.”
When Mirceo rubbed his chest, comprehension dawned for Cas. “There’s nothing I can say to calm your thundering heart right now, is there?”
The vampire remained silent. His color was pasty, his face waxen.
Cas felt like he could hold Mirceo here, guilting him into staying. But if he doesn’t want me . . . if he needs to flee so badly he looks sick . . . “So now you’re done with me? On to the next conquest? I’ll be the latest in a long line, one among all the ruined souls you left in your wake.” Grief seeped into him. “Do you even care that the people you bed begin to dream?” Damn it, I began to dream of our future! “Just as I predicted, you’ve lost interest.”
Mirceo paced, sweating even more. “I-I haven’t lost interest in you.”
Ah, so the greedy prince wanted Caspion—and others. Perhaps he’d always planned for that, carrying on the lifestyle they’d had before, but sharing a bed as well. “You mentioned secrets, leech. You might as well clear the air completely.”
He shook his head hard. “Don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Now Cas definitely had to hear whatever Mirceo concealed. He traced in front of him, prodding the vampire’s chest. “Tell me.”
Mirceo stumbled backward until he met the wall. “M-my thoughts aren’t right.” Agitation and confusion warred in his expression. He swallowed loudly. “We should talk later—”
“NOW.”
Gaze darting, Mirceo blurted, “I paid those three nymphs to manipulate us into kissing.”
“What???” That night had rerouted the course of Cas’s entire life!
Mirceo’s eyes widened, as if he’d never intended to say those words. He muttered a vile curse in Dacian.
“You set me up?” Cas’s hand had been forced yet again by this devious vampire. Taking away my choice! His fists clenched. “You fucking child. You played with my life. With my mind.”
“I-I did. I regret my actions, but I admit them.”
“You’re telling me this to force me to leave. Because you’re too big of a coward to walk away! Guess what? It’s working—”
“No!” Mirceo traced to the room’s wastebasket. Dropping to his knees, he vomited blood.
Cas’s first impulse was to care for his mate—which infuriated him even more. “Look at you! Your body’s told us all we need to know.”
Mirceo swiped his arm over his mouth, then rose unsteadily to his feet.
Resentment seethed inside Cas. He burned to share his new pain, to make the vampire feel a fraction of this agony. “Before I go, there’s something you should know. I lied too, leech. You did have much to do with my stay on Poly. I suspected we had some tie, but I didn’t want it. I didn’t want you. I preferred to remain in that godsforsaken wasteland than be with you. Makes sense—my instincts were trying to protect me from a spoiled, degenerate princeling with no purpose, no resolve, and no fortitude.”
Mirceo’s expression grew stricken. Pressing his arm over his mouth, he fled, tracing away.
Cas gazed around the room, disbelieving he was alone. Then he threw back his head and roared.
THIRTY-ONE
As Mirceo paced the rooms in his clifftop villa, time seemed to move in fast-forward.
The sun set. Night fell. Dawn appeared, only to intensify into noon. Dusk tiptoed in with the nearly full moon.
All the while he questioned his actions, his sanity. The panic only grew, as did that sense that he was missing some huge detail that should be foremost in his mind. Yet now these feelings competed with anguish over the estrangement from his mate.