Lucian turned around.
His golden eyes were flat. "Eight weeks."
"Yes."
"Until our birthday."
"Yes."
"And if the triple bond is not complete by then."
Nicholas held his gaze. "The marking becomes permanent in the wrong direction. Not mate bond. Curse bond. We go feral." He paused. "And we take her with us."
The room absorbed that.
Nobody spoke for a moment.
Sebastian stood up.
Moved to the window beside Nicholas and stood there and the three of them were at the glass now looking out at the same grounds and the same forest and the weight of the same thing sitting across all of them.
"Victoria," Sebastian said.
Not a question.
"Callum got word this morning," Nicholas said. "She has crossed into the eastern territories."
Lucian turned his head sharply.
"How close."
"Days," Nicholas said. "Maybe less."
Lucian exhaled through his nose.
