Chapter Three

Revant (Rev)

Ifucked up .

I should have made her leave, but when I saw her dancing in the field, spinning without a care in the world, every part of me had to have her. She was ethereal, magnetic, everything I never knew I needed.

Our orders are simple: kill anything that trespasses into the estate. And for the first time, we failed. Failed so spectacularly that I am certain the punishment will leave us starving and mad for weeks after this. But for some reason, I do not care.

My main worry is that when our sweet rabbit awakes, her eyes will shine with pure hatred. What we did was so wrong, and the thought of her running away from us makes me hold her tighter. But perhaps her running would be for the best. She would be safe if she left. Safe from him and me and whatever Master will force us to do to her once he realizes we let someone in.

My brother enjoys the hunt and kill. I do not. I would much rather do other things. However, we are two halves of one whole. We are connected, him and me. Always able to feel the other’s emotions. Took us years to learn to differentiate between his and mine. There has always been a hunger in my brother. One he could never fill until now.

“She’s our mate,”

I whisper to my brother.

He gives me a shut-up, dumbass glower and gently nips the back of her neck when she rustles in her sleep. Her sweet scent of sugared berries and blooming night jasmine has permeated the rug beneath us. I’ve always hated this rug, but I think now it might become my favorite thing in this house.

Chime, chime, chime. The clock tolls three past midnight.

The witching hour has come.

My brother tenses, and I gently squeeze the pliant woman between us. Her long eyelashes flutter open. Her purple eyes shine like a galaxy, and I swallow, my hand cupping her cheek.

She smiles, and it’s perfect. I can’t help but pull her soft pink lips in for a kiss. My dick is already growing hard again. But we can’t. Our time is up.

I find her hand and pull it into my own. “I’m sorry,”

I whisper, afraid to look into her eyes.

“I’m not,”

my brother whispers from behind her.

I release a threatening growl. I love my brother, but I might kill him if he scares her off.

She lets out a soft giggle. “Don’t be. It was amazing.”

I pull back, taking in her calm and satisfied eyes. She looks happy. She doesn’t hate us. A heavy breath leaves my lips, and a weight I didn’t realize I was carrying lifts from my chest.

She lets out a content sigh as my brother clasps one of her breasts, softly kneading the pale mound. As if to remind me our time is short, another clock down the hall chimes once more.

How do I tell her she needs to leave when all I want to do is keep her by my side and lose myself in her forever? She stretches her lithe body, languidly moving between us as her melodic voice fills the room. “I am going to take you both home with me.”

I blink. She is going to what? She rolls her head back and pulls my brother in for a kiss. I feel him lose himself in her. He might immediately take control of the kiss, but every ounce of him is begging for her. It matches my own swelling desire. My hand drifts over her hipbone, repercussions be damned.

She vanishes.

I am frozen for a moment. Nothing but soft black smoke lingers in her wake, as if she has fallen through the floor. My hand falls to the soft carpet, and I grip it.

My brother shoots upright, reacting faster than me. I jerk to a sitting position, eyes darting around the room. Panic claws at my throat. No. We just found her. No, no, no.

She appears a few feet away, stretching her back as if everything was normal. My heart stutters inside my chest.

“So are you coming?”

she says, head tilting sideways. Her hair sway over the tops of her breasts, and my dick jerks. Not the time.

My head flicks between where she was and where she is now. My brows furrow. I open and close my mouth a few times before sputtering out, “How?”

my confusion and curiosity fighting against my growing desire to claim her again.

“We leave through the door?”

Her brows furrow, and her lips purse.

“Well, yes, obviously. I mean, you… you vanished.”

I pause, my brows pinched. “Wait, you could have done that the whole time?”

My desire spikes, and my brother and I stand, slinking slowly towards her. She chose to let us take her. Her eyes sparkle, and her heady sweet scent spikes in the air.

She backs up slowly toward the couch. “Wait, wait.”

We prowl closer, stopping only when she holds out a hand. “I was supposed to do something, so none of that. We’ll leave first, then we can continue.”

“We can’t leave,”

I bite out, unhappy at the thought of her leaving without us.

“You could stay with us, though. I’ll fulfil your every dirty desire, little rabbit,”

Dearil coos, like he is trying to lure her into the basement. Which, if she does stay, is where we would have to hide her, so it’s not too far off, I suppose.

I raise my brow and glower at my brother. Is he insane? He will get not just us killed but possibly our mate as well if he attempts to hide her here.

She frowns, and her skin crunches between her eyes. She is so cute. “Why can’t you leave?”

Dearil points to the matching steel collars that encircle both our necks with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. We’ve found our mate, and we can’t be with her for longer than this brief moment because we are trapped here like fucking guard dogs.