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Sitting in a bar for hours on end wouldn__ help matters, but Tristan Archer figured he might as well try it out. It may take him far longer to get drunk than it would if he were human, yet he figured he__ give it a go. After the hellish few months he__ had, he would try anything at this point.He ran a hand through his short, auburn hair that tended to look brown in the bar__ lighting and sighed. He shouldn__ have accepted his friend Levi__ invitation to dinner and drinks at Dante__ Circle in the human realm. He should have rejected the offer and gone back to the thousand other things he had to do within the fae realm and inside the Conclave.Tristan wasn__ just any fae. He was a nine-hundred-year-old fae prince with responsibilities that lay heavily on his shoulders. He was also a Conclave member, where he helped govern every paranormal realm in existence with another fae member and two others from each race. That was how he__ become friends with Levi, a wizard and prince in his own right.So here he was, in Dante__ Circle, a bar owned and named after a royal blue dragon; the meeting place of seven women and their mates with a history he couldn__ immediately comprehend.Of course, it was because one of those women that he__ rather be in the fae realm instead of the dark bar with oak paneling and photos on the walls that spoke of generations of memories and connections. He__ been here a few times in the past, always on the outside of the circle of lightning-struck woman and their mates, but never fully excluded.They__ welcomed Tristan into their fold, even if they didn__ understand why it hurt him so to be that close to what he couldn__ have.Or maybe they understood all too well. After all, one of their own was the reason for his confusion, his torture. The object of his desire.__f you keep glowering at her over in the corner, you__l end up scaring her more than she already is,_ Seth said from his side.Tristan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, immediately regretting the action as soon as he did. The man next to him smelled of the sea. And hope. His heart ached and his dick filled.Seth Oceanus was a merman, a friend, and his mate.His true half.Or at least one of them.Not that he or Seth could do anything about it when the other part of their triad didn__ feel the same way.