“You’re welcome, my lord.” I grinned.
We were in fine spirits tonight.
Although all six of us wiped our smug expressions from our faces when Master Niallan finally arrived through the doors. The druid ruler walked straight to Ysander and bent at the waist next to him. Master Niallan kissed his shocked partner.
And kissed him.
Andkissedhim.
Master Niallan whispered against his lips, “You are my heart. I will see you again, my love.”
He swung his sword.
Neat and clean.
Ysander’s head toppled to the table.
Bloodflowed.
I choked back the bile that rose in my throat as the memory bombarded me. He’d killed him with the exact same strike as I had with Adelie. Instant death, merciful and kind.
Master Niallan backed away from his dead lover.
His sword clanged on the tile as it slipped from his limp fingers. Away and away his steps took him. His green eyes never leaving the dead.
He swallowed hard. “I want to leave now.”
I dabbed at my mouth with my napkin.
Master Niallan’s tormented eyes lifted to us. He shouted in a fury, “I want to leave right now! Do you hear me?”
I placed my napkin on the table and stood. “We’ll be ready in thirty minutes. We’ll have a car waiting for us, and we’ll have the jet ready in Qikiqtarjuaq to take us to Japri.”
Wide green eyes focused back on his dead lover. He nodded his head quickly and turned to rush out of the dining room, his feet pounding loudly on the tiling.
The door slammed shut behind him.
Peacefully, I retook my seat. I lifted my glass into the air, and stated with pleasure, “Congratulations, my lords. Those bastards are finally dead.”
The Overlords lifted their glasses, and we all clinked them together in a private celebration.
Lord Otto glanced down at his watch. “Do you think we have time to finish our meal before we take off?”
“Yes, finish up.” Lord Belshazzar ate one of his gifted potatoes. “Her majesty gave us plenty of time.”
I smirked and sipped my wine.
Lord Pippin peered down the table. “Do you think he had any meat left?”
I snickered quietly. “Do not steal from the recently departed, my lord. That’s just tacky.” My lips twitched. “But we should definitely burn those dolls before we leave.”
Lord Cato smiled. “Already done, your majesty.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
~ Gwynnore ~
Japri, Ultima Esperanza, Chile
