Felix tightens his arm around him and presses his nose into his hair, breathing him in.

"I know you are," he says. Somehow, he had zero doubt how strong his mate was. They were made for each other after all, right?

He smiles at his words. Not because it was funny but because it was something he would have done in his shoes. "No less than I would have done in your place," he assures him.

"I don't speak to those in my family line because they disagree with my methods and consider me a 'dark' witch, opposed to their 'light'."