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the damage but they do not know if she will ever be able to have children. He had beaten her badly,” I clarified. “It is a moot point, as she cannot bear the touch of any male. I speak to her regularly and she seems content. Jas has taken on the care of the pack’s children.”
    "Indeed," Oberon's eyes had turned calculating. He suddenly sat up and turned to Robin. "Puck, I believe it is your turn to share."
    Robin’s gaze was both sad and wounded as he stared at the milling Fae below us. In that moment I saw the lost little boy that he must have been at one point long ago.
    He looked at his king before turning to me with eyes now empty and dull. “Is this what you really want, my wolf? It is something I would prefer to keep to myself, but I cannot hide from my mates if they wish to see,” he said softly.
    Oberon waved a hand almost negligently. If it were not for the calculating gleam in his eye then you would think he had not a care in the world. However, the plotting going on in that head spun faster than the Earth.
    “It is only fair, my boy,” Oberon drawled lazily. “After all, he shared one of his stories. I can guarantee that you have never harmed a child, so it will not be as bad as you believe.”
    Robin did not blink at being called a boy and merely turned to face me with an almost unnoticed sigh.
    “This will change things,” he told me. “Are you ready for that? You will not see me in the same light again.”
    I wanted to joke and tell him that I hardly saw him in a good light now but the seriousness of the situation held me back. Instead, my head came down in a decisive nod and that was all the consent he needed.
     

     

    Chapter Four
     
    Robin’s face turned into a hard mask that left me facing the Puck. Elegant hands moved faster than I could track and grabbed both sides of my face, pulling me up against him. Our lips were only a hairs breath apart and he whispered to me. “Remember, pup, you asked for this.”
    Hard lips crushed against mine and teeth clicked. His tongue invaded my mouth and I was overwhelmed. The kiss fell away and millennia of hidden pain and horror assailed me.
    If pain could be described in colors, it would be prismatic. Burst after agonizing burst of sharp edged pain in glorious dying hues.
    I saw every atrocity that my Robin was forced to endure. He wore the cold-blooded face of a sociopathic killer while calmly taking life after life. At times in such ways that made the perpetrator suffer for weeks, months, years, and on occasion centuries.
    On the surface, there was no mercy. Males and females both screaming and weeping for a mercy that would not be shown. He never showed any emotion. Hate, lust, passion—nothing crossed that beautiful cold face. The Puck was always apathetic and without remorse.
    What the others did not see and never could was the heart of the man underneath that cold un-bearing mask. He was filled with anger, remorse, pity, and self-hatred.
    The things Robin had been forced to do tore at him and destroyed him piece by piece until he came to the cusp of being a hollow shell. I do not think even Oberon understood how close he had been to losing his Puck.
    The kiss broke and my Robin’s gaze met mine. “It was you, Kale. You, Dianthe, and Daniel that brought me back. I was so close,” he trailed off and his eyes closed trying to stop the single tear that slipped down his cheek.
    It was in that moment that what my wolf knew truly and honestly sank into me. This Fae, who was so strong yet so very fragile, was mine. He was as much mine as Dia was, as well as Daniel.
    My heart expanded and wrapped around this brave warrior. He had waited so long just to be loved and wanted. Poor bastard ended up with someone nearly as broken as him. Thank God, we had Dia to hold us all together or we would be in some deep shit. Luckily, for my faery, I was very good at being overprotective and jealously guarding what was mine.
    I would rip the beating heart out of any