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Harry frowned but accepted the proffered treat. He wasn’t in the mood for sweetened dried fruit, but until someone else in the Circle arrived, sugar was his only option.
Even when he was in the mood for blood.
“Harry,” Idan clucked as the Submissive turned and started to nip at the bond mark on the Gheyo Queen’s neck. “You know that’s a bad idea.”
Harry pulled away with a pout and his fangs clicked around Idan’s fingers as another piece of sugary fruit was offered to him.
A moment later, he sighed. It really wasn’t either of their faults. It was just that Idan’s potions reacted badly to the potions that Harry was currently taking. Devrim was in the same position, something that was wreaking havor on the Queen-Prince bond, especially given Devrim’s vampiric instincts.
“One more week,” Idan murmured, offering another piece of fruit.
“You’ve been counting down the days?” Harry asked, a small purr slipping through at the idea of his Bonded keeping such careful track.
“The hours,” Idan corrected. “But until then, we’re stuck with sugar.”
Harry sighed. “Can we at least get some chocolate then?” he asked.
Idan pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Of course.”