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Aias’ P.O.V

I feel a pulse of familiar foreign magic rattle my veins and for the first time, I resent the call of the dark warlock’s magic.

Perhaps I could pretend I didn’t feel it. Perhaps I could ignore it altogether, but we had agreed to always answer the call whenever the signal came. It was how we ensured that we always remained ‘hot on the trail’, as Kalem liked to say.

In the past, our special signal had come to me as I slept, was airborne and as of most recently, when I’d been moments away from entering a meeting concerning the realm’s affairs. In all those instances, the disruption had been… annoying, to say the least, but this time— this time was by far the very worst time to receive the signal.

With a soft whimper, Malcolm pulls himself off my cock, his swollen lips glistening from his efforts. Blinking up at me from under the covers, he frowns just a little. “Is something wrong, Aias?”