Chapter Eight - Jacobi

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My eyes fluttered open. I groaned audibly. It was too bright.


I blinked a few times to adjust to the lights around me. I opened my eyes and found myself peering into warm, brown eyes. Smooth olive skin, perfect full lips, a head of soft curls ready to be explored with free fingers. "J-Jacobi?"

He shut his eyes, covering his face with his hands. "I should never have let you go."

"What are you doing here?" I coughed, speaking hurt.

He moved quickly, grabbing something from beside me. In seconds he had a glass of water and a straw in front of my mouth. "Drink." When I didn't move his gaze morphed into distress, "Please."

I tipped my head forward and took a gentle sip from the plastic straw. As soon as the cold liquid touched my lips I was a goner. I finished the whole glass in record time.

"There we go." He stroked my cheek tenderly before putting the cup down. I blushed; his touch was so warm. "How do you feel?"

I stared down at my figure. My arms were wrapped with gauze where Maverick's claws had sunk in so deeply. There was a steady burn in my neck but otherwise I was okay. "Okay." I moved my arm up to touch the side of my neck. It itched like crazy. Instead of skin I felt the fabric-y surface of a bandage.

"Don't." He snatched my hand. "It's starting to heal."

"What are you doing here?" I asked again. Had someone called him? Who in his crazy mind would ever do that? So many questions were popping into my mind. Who had found me? What happened to Maverick? What happened to me? Where was Kyle? Where was I?

He had a serious look on his face. "I felt your pain."


He sighed resignedly before taking a seat beside my bed. He grabbed my hand and tangled his fingers with mine as if he couldn't bear not touching me. I didn't entirely mind so I didn't move away. Even though I should have. "Well, I was going about my day, living my life, you know the norm." He started in a calm, and rather amused tone of voice. Surprising me because moments before he looked so upset. "And then I felt this horrendous pain right here." He touched the side of his neck with his free hand. Right where I had been hurt. Only, he looked completely fine. "And I knew something had happened to you. Someone had hurt you."

"How is that possible?"

"I know it's hard to wrap your head around, Alaska." He eyed me sympathetically. "I know it can all be too much. But we're mates and our senses are attuned to one another. I was made for you and vice versa. When you're in trouble or in pain, I know. This way I can come to you, I can be there when you need me."

"But we aren't mated."

"I know." He nodded curtly. "But we're still tied to one another. I carry royal blood and it makes my senses more amplified. I can still feel you to some degree even if we aren't mated." He glanced at my arms with a grim expression on his face. "I didn't feel these but I felt that." His eyes zeroed in on my wounded neck. "Another man mated you and I felt it. It hurt like a bloody bitch. So I can only imagine what you're going through." He squeezed my hand.

I shot him a perplexed look.


"Princes curse?"

He threw his head back and started to laugh. "I'm sure you'll come to find that I'm no ordinary prince. I don't really like to abide by the rules."

I kind of liked that. It made him more real, more approachable. "So you sensed that I was in danger and came to help me?" That was awfully... sweet.

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