Chapter 90

Daevishk had an impressive hangover and a feeling of dread when he woke. Mira s end of the Bond seethed and twisted in shades of blue, green, grey, and black. He reached out a hand to draw her to him, a croon already in his throat, but the body beneath his hand was not hers. F-k. Vonyx. "Shit," he sat up, his head aching and his stomach rebelling under the motion. His arse ached – evidence that he and Vonyx had spent the night together, the cloths on the mating platform slick with oil and seed and his skin sticky with it. The other male sprawled, as was his habit, over more than half the mating platform, face down. There was no sign of Mira. He felt immediate relief that in his drunkenness he had not involved Mira in their rutting, but it still left the question of where she was. "Lie the f-k back down," Vonyx was laughing at him as he rolled over. "You need a couple more hours to sleep off your hangover." "Where is Mira?&quo