So, of course, she was wary of mate bonds now.
How could she not be?
Tonight, as he stared into the eyes of the imposter wearing Addison's face, a painful clarity settled in Zion's chest. He felt like he'd caught a glimpse of Addison's true thoughts, her fear, her resistance, her unresolved pain, and it only made his blood boil.
Because they had almost made a terrible mistake.
If none of them had realized something was wrong…
They might have followed that scent, that pull, that illusion, all the way to ruin. There was something unnatural about it, something too enticing, too perfect. It wrapped around their senses like a spell, clouding their judgment and dulling their instincts.
And that's what made Zion clench his fists in fury.
They were meant to protect Addison, not be the ones to break her all over again.
"Are you… a succubus?" Zion asked hesitantly, his voice low and wary.
