Chapter 74. Choices

Mathias

Of course, I had no sleep last night. Instead I found myself nursing a bottle of the finest rum I could find, then looking through our kitchen for a bag of brown sugar and vanilla extract, mixing them together, trying to recreate her scent. Not even close. When that didn't work, I stood at the window looking in the direction of the dungeons.

I was hoping to catch a look at her, just a small glimpse, but that was a stupid fucking thought. She – my mate, was locked up and bound in silver. Déjà vu of when I had Annalise locked up in there, except she was a bear shifter, not a sexy ass little wolf. I had to stop myself several times from going down there just to scent her, my beast wanting to be near her. I admit I did too.

"Lamia." Her name rolled off my tongue like the sweet nectar of the gods. A vision of her in our cells, filling my mind.

I paced back and forth in the hallway, her challenge was a rejection, and it was a blow to my ego.