When we returned to the house, I found it bustling with activity. The rogues were getting their orders for returning home. Marius was pacing in the entry way while Talia was trying to soothe him. I tried to mount the stairs to go see Echo, but they stopped me.
“Dillon and Jean-Claude are with her, they’re finishing cleaning her up and getting her into her pajamas. They’ll let us know when someone can go see her.” Talia told me.
I looked to Grayson. He appeared as upset to hear that as I was. He let out a small growl.
Bellamy walked over and slapped him on the chest. “Don’t start. She’s in a fragile state and they said she hasn’t woken up at all. Neither one of them is interested in your female. This is what they were here to take care of. None of that possessive bullshit, Gray. She needs you caring, not posturing.” She scolded.
Shame and embarrassment crossed his face. He hung his head. I understood. The idea of another male touching Echo put me on edge as well.
“She didn’t wake up. We weren’t able to get any real food into her. Once she’s up, we’ll get her fed. With how much blood was on her clothes, it could be a while. For a wolf, I would say half a day, for a human, more. I have no clue on a dhampyr. Did you want me to prepare her food with blood in it?” Bellamy asked.
“If Echo needs blood, I want her to know it will be there. I would rather not force her through hiding it. With the way you make it taste like there is no blood at all, I might see if she would be interested in trying blood foods. I would never lie to her about it.” I told her.
“Good. Looks like the boys are done. Echo will need the two of you. I see those marks. Mates are important to healing, no matter the species. Even humans heal better around the people they love. Let’s go.” She smiled and waved us up the stairs.
We followed her up to Echo’s room. She opened the door and I saw Echo laying in her bed. She looked like she did whenever I would check in on her in the middle of the night.
I hadn’t realized how tense I’d been until that moment. Seeing her peacefully sleeping in her bed, it made me suddenly realize that I had to know for sure if she was my Solus Amor. I couldn’t go on not knowing until her death.
She would be reported to be my bride to the rest of the council. Having the title of ‘The Hunter’ would be a bigger threat than just being Victor Nightshade, especially after this business with Darknight. No one would take her again after the revelation that she was Master Marius’ daughter came to light.
“Bellamy. Talia said you can tell if she’s my Solus Amor. Please. I need to know. I’ll step back from my pursuit and help Grayson more if she isn’t. Don’t think that will free you of me, Grayson. Not all vampires have a Solus Amor. If I don’t have one at all, I’ll still be your competition.” I smirked at him.
“I’ll win. No matter how hard you work, I’ll be working harder.” He chuckled.
I turned to her. Bellamy had her lips pressed in a tight line. I knew she didn’t approve of our competition. She wanted me to be friends with Grayson and share Echo’s heart. Or wait my turn, for her to pass into her next life.
“I’ll check. I can tell the strength of your connection, how close you are, to your mate. I could tweak the connection for a response, but I don’t think you’ll get much. She didn’t react to being bathed or changed at all.” Bellamy warned.
“Please. I need to know.” I insisted.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were focused near my heart. Bellamy looked closely.
“I see two connections. Both are strong.” She said.
“One is the marriage bond with Echo. The other would be the connection to my Solus Amor.” I told her.
“Yes. I can see that one of these connections is new. It’s strong, but also delicate. The other seems well-worn. I’ll just tug the older one a bit.” Bellamy smiled slightly.
She reached out as if she was touching something. I felt a stirring in my chest that made me long for my Solus Amor. It made me need the comfort of her arms. Bellamy hooked her fingers around it and tugged toward me.
“No! Please, stop! Don’t leave me.” Echo whimpered.
I grabbed Bellamy’s wrist and stopped the pulling. When Echo calmed, I let go and Bellamy’s hand jerked forward. Echo started crying hopelessly.
Grayson and I hurried to her. He looked up at me with an upset look
“You really had to test it that hard?” Grayson hissed.
“I needed to make sure it wasn’t a nightmare or a coincidence. Get on that side of her in the bed. She needs us for comfort.” I told him.
He went over, took off his shoes, and crawled onto the bed gingerly. I got onto it from the side nearest the door. There wasn’t a lot of room for the two of us, but Grayson would be less comfortable in a room filled with my scent.
We laid on our sides, close to Echo. Her crying subsided as she reached out and grasped our shirts. She really was my Solus Amor.
“I’ll go grab you each a pillow from your rooms. Looks like you’re stuck there for the night. Lucky girl, having two mates.” Bellamy chuckled. “Just make sure you’re thinking of her. I know it’s easy to think of yourselves and think you’re thinking of her. I’ve done that with my own mate before. She’s going to be fragile for a while after all this. If I see either of you pushing her, I’ll kick your asses.” She finished seriously.
We nodded and she left. Grayson didn’t seem to know what to do with his free arm. It seemed like he wanted to touch her. I did, too.
“Just lay your arm across her middle.” I suggested.
He looked shocked, but did as I instructed. Echo relaxed under the weight of it. I laid my arm just above his and her grip on our shirts loosened. Echo’s hands went to our arms and settled on them.
I watched her face. She smiled a little and gave a quivering sigh.
“She’s beautiful.” Grayson whispered.
“We have to be better for her. Bickering will cause her stress. I’ll work on my issues with werewolves if you work on your issues with vampires.” I said.
“You’re talking like this is a forever arrangement. This is only until Echo tells you she chooses me.” He stated.
“We only just got her back and you’re reverting to your childish self, Grayson? That won’t win you Echo’s heart.” I chided.
“At least I’m not a cold, bloodsucker.” He growled.


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