"Your MATE," Maddox repeated.
"Obviously."
Kael said obviously like a man who had been waiting weeks for someone to acknowledge the thing everyone could smell and nobody would say. The Luminari could smell it. The wolves could smell it. Hell, his goddamn rug, Gerald, could smell it. Maddox was the only asshole pretending his nose was broken.
"Don’t act like you haven’t put that together. She’s my mate too, little brother," Kael added.
"Stop calling me little brother."
"Stop acting like one."
"I am your KING."
"You are my king. She is my mate. Both things are true. One of them is relevant right now and the other one can kiss my dragon ass."
"The crown can kiss your ass." Maddox’s nostrils flared. "You know what, Kael? You’re right. Let’s set the crown aside. King off the table. Let’s make this about two dragons and one mate. You still want to have this conversation? Because without the crown, I’m just a man with a very personal interest in removing your hands from my WIFE’s waist."
"A ring on your finger doesn’t cancel out my matebond. Nothing you bought, earned, or screamed about in this room changes that."
Kael played the ancient matebond card like a man slapping down a royal flush at a table that was playing Go Fish. Ironic, because Maddox was about to do the same thing.
"SO DO I! SHE MERGED WITH MY FLAME. I BOUGHT HER. I DREAMED OF HER. YOU ABDUCTED HER."
A thin line of blood slid from Guinevere’s left nostril. Neither man noticed because testosterone had temporarily disabled their pattern recognition.
"I rescued her," Kael corrected.
"You STOLE her."
"And then I saved her life. More than once. You’re welcome."
"You’re welcome." Maddox looked at the ceiling like he was petitioning the gods for help. The gods were busy. "You’re WELCOME. You want a medal? A parade? I will burn this goddamn room to the ground with you in it."
Two apex predators were arguing over a woman who was actively hemorrhaging between them. If natural selection had a blooper reel, this would be the opening clip. Welcome to Drakencrest.
"You done?"
"No. I also married her. I also had a flame merge. I also—"
"You also left the room. Voluntarily."
"I GAVE YOU FIFTEEN MINUTES TO TALK. I DID NOT GIVE YOU FIFTEEN MINUTES TO CUDDLE."
"It wasn’t cuddling."
"Her face was in your neck, Kael."
"That’s where her face reached. I’m taller than her."
Maddox’s brain heard taller and translated it to go fuck yourself
The door burst open. Sterling and Ryker filled the frame like two men responding to an explosion, which was fair.
"You were supposed to give us fifteen minutes," Kael snapped.
"I gave you eleven. You failed them."
"Don’t change the subject."

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