"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."
