Page 78 of Mate of a Monster

Either way, a good mate wouldn’t be dissecting her when she just lost her family members. A good mate would do better on instinct.

So why does this feel like a fucking chore?

I don’t give a shit about her parents. I don’t want to be here.

“Sister.” Her twin gives a subtle nod in greeting before turning to me. “King Deveraux, thank you for coming so quickly.”

I’m tempted to ask why he bothered to come see us at all if he was just going to turn right around and have us follow. Why not just send word, asking her to come?

“We preserved the bodies for investigation. Chief officer should be here any time.”

My eyes narrow. “Why do you need an investigator?”

The brother, Aron I now know, fixes me with a self-righteous stare, his posture so pristine he looks like a fucking robot. “Do you not investigate murders of your people?”

“All gifted are my people, Argent, or do you guys sit here in your fake little bubble and pretend otherwise?”

“Legend.” Arabella squeezes my arm.

Fuck. There I go, making shit worse again.

But fuck this guy.

I look back to the brother, mind linking my own.

“They say Arabella’s parents were murdered.”

I close the link, knowing they’ll hound me with questions. And there’s no way I’m asking this wannabe prince anything.

London loved the shit out of me when she met me. I should probably like my mate’s sibling, too. But I hate this fuck already.

“The bodies?” I press.

“Of course, King Deveraux.” He dips his chin and turns to lead us to Arabella’s home before she was forced to Rathe U.

Rathe U… When we took reign, we issued a royal decree demanding all of age attend the university.

If he’s her twin, where was he and what makes him think he can disobey his Kings?

The hair on my neck stands. I draw on my power, sharpening my senses as much as I can manage, my magic still playing fucking games with me despite starting the bonding process.

Bonding process…

Ask me what I learned.

Haide’s words whisper through my skull, the taste of her blood still a vicious tang on my tongue. The transfer of blood from one mate to the other.

Part of the fucking bonding process.

Tension coils inside me and I clench my teeth, having no clue what this means.

Arabella presses closer to me, leaning her head on my shoulder in a needy ass way that makes my skin crawl. I hate needy.

You don’t hate when Haide is needy for you.

Fuck.

Different. Arabella is different, I just have to remember that. Growth, right? That’s the point here.