VARUL
Weak. Coward. Chivalrous, pathetic fool.
Siren’s voice tore at the base of my skull, a low, grinding friction that tasted of iron and ancient, thwarted fury. Within the dark space of my mind, the beast did not merely pace; he threw his massive weight against the bars of my restraint, his jaws snapping close enough to make my own teeth ache.
“Silence,” I commanded internally, my bare feet biting the freezing stone of the corridor with heavy, measured steps.
I will not be silent! We left her, Varul. Again! Her scent still hangs heavy on our skin—the sweet taste of her arousal is a hot brand on our tongue, and you turned your back. For what? To play the saint?
“I am keeping her whole,” I fired back, my thoughts a rigid shield against his rage. “If we force the bond now, we might br
