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really can’t drink from anyone else now that we’re mated?” Devlin sounded surprised. He probably thought Zacarius lied about that, too.
    “No!” Zacarius shouted, angered. Devlin wasn’t the only one that felt betrayed. They were supposed to be mates, to take care of each other above everything else. Devlin didn’t seem to care.
    “Puts you in quite the pickle, doesn’t it?”
    “Fuck you, Devlin.” Zacarius couldn’t believe that Devlin took his life so lightly, but he guessed that showed him how his mate felt about him. Devlin didn’t care. Zacarius knew he would never have the mate he wanted, the mate he dreamed of for five hundred years.
    “I’m just saying, Zac, you can either swallow your pride or shrivel up and die.”
    “I’ll shrivel up and die, thank you very much.” He would never beg for something from his mate that wasn’t freely given. He would rather die.
    “Do you hate me that much?” Devlin whispered.
    “No, I don’t hate you,” Zacarius replied softly, suddenly feeling very sad and resigned to the loss of his mate, “quite the opposite in fact. That still doesn’t change the fact that you didn’t choose me to be your mate.”
    “Of course not. Fate chooses our mates.”
    Zacarius waved his hand at Devlin. “You know what I mean, Devlin. You didn’t choose me to be your mate. You don’t want me to be your mate.” Zacarius snorted. “You made that more than clear.”
    “It’s not that I don’t want you to be my mate. It’s just that—you lied to me, Zacarius.”
    Zacarius stared up at the ceiling. He thought over this again and again in his head. He lied to Devlin any way he looked at it. There wasn’t even any wiggle room to try and pretend he hadn’t. “I know,” he whispered.
    There wasn’t anything left to say. He lied to his mate and now his mate would never forgive him. He could spend the rest of his life hoping Devlin might forgive him one day, begging for his attention and his life giving blood. Or he could choose not to.
    The choice seemed rather simple to Zacarius. He knew he couldn’t live without Devlin and not just because he needed his mate’s blood. He needed his mate’s love and affection too, and those seemed forever lost to him.
    “I’m really tired,” Zacarius whispered, the fight going out of him. “I’d like to sleep now.”
    “Do you need anything?” Devlin asked.
    Zacarius wanted to pretend he heard concern in Devlin’s voice, but he knew he’d be lying to himself. And lying got him into this position in the first place. It was better to accept that Devlin was just being kind, as he would be with anyone.
    “No, I’ll be fine.”
    Zacarius waited until Devlin left the room and shut the door behind him before reaching for his clothes. As weak as he still felt, it took him more than a few minutes to get dressed. He piled some pillows under the blankets then made his way to the double doors leading outside.
    He cast one last look over the room he shared with Devlin for such a small amount of time then turned and walked out. He didn’t know where he headed, just as long as it was away from here and the one person he wanted above all else and could never have.
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
    “How is he, sir?”
    Devlin smiled. “He’ll be fine, Alfred. He just needs a little more blood.”
    “You got him to drink?” Alfred asked, quickly scanning Devlin’s body until his eyes landed on his wrist. He grimaced at the white gauze covering Devlin’s wrist.
    “It’s okay, Alfred,” Devlin said. “I got him to drink enough that his color is better and he doesn’t look quite so gaunt. He’s going to be fine.”
    “Do you know what happened to him, sir?” Alfred asked. “Did someone poison him again?”
    Devlin shook his head. “No, I don’t believe so, Alfred.”
    “Then why was he so sick?”
    Devlin frowned, glancing down at his hands. Anyway he stated it, even in his own head he looked like